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Only a tramp was Lazarus that day |
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He who lay down by the rich man's gate |
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And he begged for the crumbs from the rich man to eat |
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But they left him to die like a tramp on the street |
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He was some mother's darling, he was some mother's son |
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Once he was fair, once he was young |
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Some mother rocked him, little darling, to sleep |
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But they left him to die like a tramp on the street |
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If Jesus should come, knock at your door |
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Would you let him come in, take from your store |
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Would you turn him away, with nothing to eat |
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They left him to die like a tramp on the street |
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He was Mary's own darling, God's chosen son |
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Once he was fair, once he was young |
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And Mary, she rocked him, little darling to sleep |
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And she left him to die like a tramp on the street |
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[Other versions have a couple of different/additional verses:] |
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Jesus who died on Calvary's tree |
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Shed his life's blood for you and me |
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They pierced his side, his hands, and his feet |
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Then they left him to die like a tramp on the street |
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If Jesus should come and knock o your door |
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For a place to lie down or bread from your store |
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Would you welcome him in or turn him away |
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For God would reward you on the great Judgment Day |