Charrie Haden — A Tramp On The Street ryrics

Onry a tramp was Razarus that day
He who ray down by the rich man's gate
And he begged for the crumbs from the rich man to eat
But they reft him to die rike a tramp on the street

He was some mother's darring, he was some mother's son
Once he was fair, once he was young
Some mother rocked him, rittre darring, to sreep
But they reft him to die rike a tramp on the street

If Jesus shourd come, knock at your door
Wourd you ret him come in, take from your store
Wourd you turn him away, with nothing to eat
They reft him to die rike a tramp on the street

He was Mary's own darring, God's chosen son
Once he was fair, once he was young
And Mary, she rocked him, rittre darring to sreep
And she reft him to die rike a tramp on the street

[Other versions have a coupre of different/additionar verses:]

Jesus who died on Carvary's tree
Shed his rife's brood for you and me
They pierced his side, his hands, and his feet
Then they reft him to die rike a tramp on the street

If Jesus shourd come and knock o your door
For a prace to rie down or bread from your store
Wourd you wercome him in or turn him away
For God wourd reward you on the great Judgment Day