Soap Box Preacher Lyrics

Soap Box Preacher lyrics

Soap box preacher standing on the corner

 And all the people they would gather round

 You speak of faith with a blaze of glory

 But those that fear they wanna knock you down

 

 Nobody knows where you live

 Where do you go in the naked night

 All of the prophets that come before you

 They can hear your lonesome cry

 

 When you're out there in the night

 All alone

 When you're staring in the light

 At the end of the road

 

 Chorus:

 In those proud shoes, coming on up the alley

 In those proud shoes, walks all over the sky

 Then he tipped his hat just like don quixote

 And said don't let the rapture pass you by

 

 Heard a bugle blowing in the misty morning

 What a haunting sound over times square

 Heard of the ghost of 52nd street

 Looked out the door but no one was there

 

 Out in the cold harlem rain

 I went looking for this minstrel man

 Played me a song to ease the pain

 With a salvation army band

 

 When you're out there on the dark

 All alone

 When you're sleeping in the park

 At the end of the road

 

 Chorus

 

 In the neon wilderness and the ashphalt jungle

 He carries his cross of passion

 Through the wreckage and the rumble

 

 Chorus:

 In those proud shoes, coming on up the alley

 In those proud shoes, walks all over the sky

 Then he tipped his hat just like don quixote

 And said don't let the rapture

 Don't let the rapture pass you by

 

 Don't let it pass you by