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Only a tramp was Lazarus who begged.

He stood by the rich man's 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 Calvary's tree

Shed his life's 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 Mary's own darling; he was Mary's 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 victory's won

Everyone mourns for the poor man's son.

Red, white, and blue and victory sweet

And, they left them to die like a tramp on the street.