Soap Box Preacher

Soap Box Preacher Lyrics

Song	Soap Box Preacher
Artist	Robbie Robertson
Album	Storyville
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	作词 : Robertson
	Soap box preachers tanding 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
	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 searching for this minstrel man
	Played me a song to ease the pain
	With a Salvation Army band
	When you're out there in the dark
	All alone
	When you're sleeping in the park
	At the end of the road
	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
	In the neon wilderness and the asphalt jungle
	He carries his cross of passion
	Through the wreckage and the rumble
	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
	Oh don't let it pass you by

	zuo ci : Robertson
	Soap box preachers tanding 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
	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 searching for this minstrel man
	Played me a song to ease the pain
	With a Salvation Army band
	When you' re out there in the dark
	All alone
	When you' re sleeping in the park
	At the end of the road
	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
	In the neon wilderness and the asphalt jungle
	He carries his cross of passion
	Through the wreckage and the rumble
	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
	Oh don' t let it pass you by

	zuò cí : Robertson
	Soap box preachers tanding 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
	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 searching for this minstrel man
	Played me a song to ease the pain
	With a Salvation Army band
	When you' re out there in the dark
	All alone
	When you' re sleeping in the park
	At the end of the road
	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
	In the neon wilderness and the asphalt jungle
	He carries his cross of passion
	Through the wreckage and the rumble
	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
	Oh don' t let it pass you by

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