Billy On The Boulevard - First Call

Billy out on the boulevard

Preaching salvation on fire and tar

Some think he’s crazy

Some just shake their heads

But Billy keeps on preaching

Yeah, Bill keeps on preaching

Billy out in the rain again

No one will know his suffering and pain

They say he’s dying

But inside he’s alive

And Billy keeps on preaching

Yeah, Billy keeps on preaching

No one seems to know the days are numbered

Some are going to sleep while others slumber

And some will never rest at all

And the waves of heat are rising

And the steam escapes the street

Southern California shade offers no relief

But he’s pounding out the pavement

With his leatherback in his hand

Trying to make the people understand

No one sees the fields are white to harvest

The laborers too few to hit the target

And some won’t even try at all

And the waves of heat are rising

And the steam escapes the street

Southern California shade offers no relief

But he’s pounding out the pavement

With his leatherback in his hand

Trying to make the people understand

Billy out in the barren wind

Feeling the last breath escaping within

When he talks of dying

He speaks of it firsthand

But Billy keeps on preaching

Yeah, Billy keeps on preaching to the end