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.