Tramp on the Street - Peter, Paul and Mary

Jesus, he died on calvary’s tree

Nails in his hands and nails in his feet

Mary, she rocked him, her little baby to sleep

But they left him to die like a tramp on the street

Only a poor man was laz’rus that day

When he lay down at the rich man’s gate

He begged for the crumbs of the rich man to eat;

He was only a tramp found dead on the street

He was some mother’s darlin', he was some mother’s son;

Once he was fair, and once he was young

Some mother rocked him, her little baby, to sleep;

But they left him to die like a tramp on the street

Jesus who died on calvary’s tree

Shed his life’s blood for you and for me

They pierced his side, his hands and his feet

But they left him to die like a tramp on the street

Jesus, he died on calvary’s tree

Nails in his hands and nails in his feet

Mary, she rocked him, her little baby to sleep

But they left him to die like a tramp on the street