Tramp On The Street Testo

He was some mother's darling he was some mother's son
Once he was fair and once he was young
Some mother rocked him her darling to sleep
But they let him to die like a tramp on the street
Jesus he died on Calvary's tree he shed his life's cup for you and for me
They fixed his sides his hands and his feet
Then they let him to die like a tramp on the street
If Jesus should come and knock your door
For a place to come in or bread from your store
Would you welcome him in or turn him away
Then God would deny you on that great judgement day
He was Mary's own darling he was God's chosen son
Once he was fair and once he was young
Mary she rocked him her darling to sleep
But they let him to die like a tramp on the street