The Tramp on The Street — текст песни (Kinky Friedman)





(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 jewboy 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 jewboy hisself.



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