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Only a tramp was
Lazarus that day,
He lay down by
The rich man's gate.
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 blood
For you and for me
They pierced his side,
His hands and his feet
And they left Him to die
Like a tramp on the street.

He was Mary's own darlin',
He was Mary's own son,
Once he was fair
Once he was young,
And Mary she rocked him,
Her 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
With the poor man's son,
Red white and blue,
And victory sweet,
And they left him to die
Like a tramp on the street.

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