Leroy lives in a cardboard box down by the mission bell
Where saints refuse to go and the sinners wish him well
Forced to carry his own cross while we drive nails in his coffin
You might say it is routine it happens far too often

          A decorated soldier, veteran of the war
          Who would've thought that he would be 
          Among the sick and poor?
          The preacher-man wags his head
          While the rich man turns away
          His mother looks on weeping
          Teardrops of blood are falling

Jesus sang a Samaritan song down by the mission bell
Where saints refuse to go and the sinners wished him well
Forced to carry his own cross while we drove nails in his coffin
You might say it was routine, it happened far too often
           
          A decorated soldier, veteran of the war
          Who would've thought that he would be 
          Among the sick and poor?
          The preacher-man wagged his head
          While the rich man turned away
          His mother looked on weeping
          Teardrops of blood were falling

Leroy lives in a cardboard box down by the mission bell
Where saints refuse to go and the sinners wish him well
Seems no one down here gives a damn
Though the stone's been rolled away
Our father looks on weeping
Teardrops of blood are falling 


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