It's Hard to Be a Saint in the City Bruce Springsteen
Intro: A, D11, A, A7(no 3rd), D11, A, D11, A, A7(no 3rd), D11
[F#m]I had skin like leather and the d[D]iamond hard l[E]ook of a c[A]obra[D] [A] [D]
[A]I was b[F#m]orn blue and weathered but I bu[D]rst just like a su[E]per n[F#m]ova
[F#m]I could w[D]alk like Brando right into the sun
[F#m]Dance just like a Casa N[D]ova
[D]With my blackjack [E]jacket and hair s[F#m]licked sweet
[D]Silver star studs on my d[E]uds like a [F#m]Harley in the heat
[F#m]When I strut down [D]the st[E]reet I could f[F#m]eel it's [D]heart [E]beat
[D]The sisters f[E]ell back and said "[F#m]don't that man look pretty"
[D]The cripple on the [E]corner cried out "[F#m]nickels for your pity"
[F#m]Them do[E]wn town boys s[F#m]ure talk gritty
[F#m]It's so h[D]ard to be a s[E]aint in the c[A7sus]ity
[F#m]I was the king of the alley, [D]mama, I could t[E]alk some t[A]rash[D] [A] [D]
[A]The prince[F#m] of the paupers crowned d[D]owntown at the begg[E]ars ba[F#m]sh
[F#m]I was the p[D]imps main prophet I kept every thing cool
[F#m]Just a backstreet gambler wi[D]th the luck to lose
[D]When the heat came down a[E]nd it was l[F#m]eft on the ground
[D]The devil a[E]ppeared like Jesus through the s[F#m]team in the street
[F#m]Showed me a [D]hand [E]I knew even the [F#m]cops c[D]ouldn't b[E]eat
[D]I felt the[E] sideburn on my neck as [F#m]I dove into the heat
[F#m]It's so [D]hard to be a saint w[E]hen you're just a [A7sus]boy out on the street[A7]
[A7]Well my [A7sus]sages on the subway sit just [A7]like the living dead
As th[D7sus]e track clack out their rhythm their eyes [D7]fixed straight ahead
They r[G7]ide the line of balance hold on by just a thread
But it's [C7]too hot in these tunnels, you get hit up by the heat
You get [Dm]up to go out at your next stop, they [Dm/C]push you back down in your seat
Your hear[Bb]t starts beatin fast as you struggle to your feet
You're ou[Esus]t of that hole back u[E]p on the street
And them [D]south side [E]sisters sure look [F#m]pretty
The c[D]ripple on the [E]corner cries out [F#m]"nickles for your pity"
Them [D]down town [E]boys [F#m]sure talk gritty
It's so [D]hard to be a [E]saint [Asus]in the city[A]
(Repeat and fade)
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