Текст песни Kinky Friedman - The Tramp on The Street
Kinky Friedman - The Tramp on The Street слова песни
(grady cole & hazel cole, kinky friedman)Only a tramp was lazarus sad fateHe 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 doorWill 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 aloneJust a-prayin that heaven is no place like home.May the good lord he bless you and keep you in healthAnd remember that jesus was a jewboy hisself.