Soap Box Preacher chords

[amyjared]

Robbie Robertson is a great talent and this is one of my faves. I forget which cd it's on, might be the same one as Broken Arrow. Anyhow, it's fun to play and the lyrics are great. Thought someone might like it.

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Soap Box Preacher

Intro:  G  Am  C  G
G                 C                 G
Soap box preacher standing on the corner
            Em                  C       G
And all the people they would gather round
                             C       G
You speak of faith with a blaze of glory
            Em              C             G
But those that fear they wanna knock you down
              C        G
Nobody knows where you live
              Em         C     G
Where do you go in the naked night
                         C            G
All of the prophets that come before you
            Em       C      G
They can hear your lonesome cry
             C                 D         Em
When you're out there in the night  All alone
               C             D                      Em
When you're staring in the light  At the end of the road

Chorus:
         G       Am    C               D
In those proud shoes, coming on up the alley
         G       Am    C                D
In those proud shoes, walks all over the sky
         G        Am        C           D
Then he tipped his hat just like Don Quixote
            C            D             G
And said don't let the rapture pass you by

(Here I go back and forth between G Am C G and G Em C G)

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 asphalt 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