Текст песни The Band - Soap Box Preacher
The Band - Soap Box Preacher слова песни
Soap box preacher standing on the cornerAnd all the people they would gather roundYou speak of faith with a blaze of gloryBut those that fear they wanna knock you downNobody knows where you liveWhere do you go in the naked nightAll of the prophets that come before youThey can hear your lonesome cryWhen you`re out there in the nightAll aloneWhen you`re staring in the lightAt the end of the roadChorus:In those proud shoes, coming on up the alleyIn those proud shoes, walks all over the skyThen he tipped his hat just like Don QuixoteAnd said don`t let the rapture pass you byHeard a bugle blowing in the misty morningWhat a haunting sound over Times SquareHeard of the ghost of 52nd StreetLooked out the door but no one was thereOut in the cold Harlem rainI went looking for this minstrel manPlayed me a song to ease the painWith a Salvation Army bandWhen you`re out there on the darkAll aloneWhen you`re sleeping in the parkAt the end of the roadChorusIn the neon wilderness and the ashphalt jungleHe carries his cross of passionThrough the wreckage and the rumbleChorus:In those proud shoes, coming on up the alleyIn those proud shoes, walks all over the skyThen he tipped his hat just like Don QuixoteAnd said don`t let the raptureDon`t let the rapture pass you byDon`t let it pass you by