Joan Baez

(J. Baez, G. Cole, M. Solomon)
Only a tramp was Lazarus who begged.
He stood by the rich mans gate.
And, he begged for crumbs from the rich man to eat
But they left him to die, like a tramp on the street.
And, Jesus who died on Calvarys tree
Shed his lifes blood for you and for me.
They pierced his side, his hands, and his feet
And, they left him to die just like a tramp on the street.
He was Marys own darling; he was Marys own son.
Once he was fair and once he was young.
And, Mary she rocked him, her little darlin to sleep
But, they left him to die like a tramp on the street.
When the battles are over and the victorys won
Everyone mourns for the poor mans son.
Red, white, and blue and victory sweet
And, they left them to die like a tramp on the street
[ The Tramp On The Street Lyrics ]