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