(Hazel Cole - Grady Cole)

Only a tramp twas last reset fate
He who laid down at the rich man's gate
He begged for the crumbs from the rich man to eat
He was only a tramp found dead on the street.

He was some mother's darling, He was some mother's son
Once He was fair and once he was young
Some mother rocked Him, her darling to sleep
But they left Him to die like a tramp on the street.

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Jesus, He died on Calvary's tree
Shed His life's blood for you and for me
They fixed His sides, His hands and His feet
Then they left Him to die like a tramp on the street.

He was Mary's own darling, He was God's chosen son
Once He was fair and once He was young
Mary she rocked Him, her darling to sleep
But they left Him to die like a tramp on the street...