12 acessos
E A
Only a tramp was Lazarus sad fate
B7 E
He who lay down at the rich man's gate
A
He begged for the crumbs from the rich man to eat
E B7 E
He Was only a tramp found dead on the street.
E A
He was some mother's darlin', he was some mother's son
B7 E
Once he was fair and once he was young
A
And some mother rocked him, her darlin' to sleep
E B7 E
But they left him to die like a tramp on the street.
E A
Jesus, who died on Calvary's tree
B7 E
He shed His life's blood for you and for me
A
They pierced His side, His hands and His feet
E B7 E
And they left Him to die like a tramp on the street.
E A
He was Mary's own darlin', he was God's chosen Son
B7 E
Once He was fair and once He was young
A
Mary, she rocked Him, her darlin' to sleep
E B7 E
But they left Him to die like a tramp on the street.
E A
If Jesus should come and knock on your door
B7 E
For a place to come in, or bread from your store
A
Would you welcome Him in, or turn Him a-way
E B7 E
Then the God would de-ny you on the Great Judgement Day.