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(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.