It's Hard To Be A Saint In The City Chords by Bruce Springsteen

[Start]

[Intro]

[Verse]
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■ ■ ■ Well I had skin like leather
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And the diamond hard look of a cobra ■
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■ I was born blue and weathered
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But I burst just like a supernova
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Well I walk like Brando right into the sun
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And dance just like a Casanova
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Now with my blackjack and jacket
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And hair slicked sweet
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Silver star studs on my duds
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Like a Harley in heat
       D    E              
When I walk down the street
        D        E         
I could hear its heart beat


[Chorus]
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An old woman fell back and said
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Don't that man look pretty
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The cripple on the corner cried out Nickels for your pity
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And then gasoline boys downtown that sure talk gritty
        Asus4   E7         Asus4       A7
It's so hard to be a saint in the city ■ 


[Verse]
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Well I was the king of the alley
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I could talk a trash
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I was the prince of the paupers
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Crowned downtown at the beggar's bash
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I was the pimp's main prophet
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I kept everything cool
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Just a backstreet gambler with the luck to lose
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And when the heat came down
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It was left on the ground
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The devil appeared like Jesus
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Through the steam in the street
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Showin' me a hand I knew even the cops couldn't beat
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I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat
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It's so hard to be a saint when you're just a boy out on the street
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When the sages and the subway
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Sit just like the living dead
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The tracks clack out the rhythm
      D                   G    
Their eyes fixed straight ahead
                      G      
They ride the line of balance
                      G     
And hold on by just a thread


[Chorus]
         C                   
It's too hot in these tunnels
                          D   
You can get hit up by the heat
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I get up to get out at your next stop
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But they push you back in your seat
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My heart starts beatin' faster as I struggle to my feet
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Then I get out of that hole and I went back up on the street
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And then South Side sisters sure ■   look pretty
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And the cripple on the corner knows I don't pay for no critic
         D        E              Gbm       D     
And then gasoline boys yeah they sure talk gritty
                     E     Asus4      
It's so hard to be a saint in the city


[Outro]
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