Kinky Friedman - The Tramp On The Street lyrics

(grady cole & hazel cole, kinky friedman) Only a tramp was lazarus' sad fate He who lay down by the rich man' s gate. He begged for some crumbs from the rich man to eat, He was only a tramp found dead on the street. If jesus he comes on and knocks on your door Will he find love and kindness or hatred and war ? Will you turn him away with nothing to eat ? Will you leave him to die like a tramp on the street ? Poor j**boy you' ve rambled this cold world alone Just a-prayin' that heaven is no place like home. May the good lord he bless you and keep you in health And remember that jesus was a j**boy hisself.