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

[Intro]
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[Verse]
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I had skin like leather and the diamondhard look of a cobra
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I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a supernova
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I could walk like Brando right into the sun
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Then dance like a Casanova
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With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet
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Silver star studs on my duds like a Harley in heat
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When I strut down the street I could feel its heartbeat
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The sisters fell back said Don't that man look pretty
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The cripple on the corner cried out Nickels for your pity
D    E                       F#m   
Them downtown boys sure talk gritty


[Chorus]
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When it's hard to be a saint ■     ■  in the city ■    
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■ Well I was the king of the alley well I could talk some trash
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The prince of the paupers crowned downtown at the beggar's bash


[Verse]
           D                                      
The pimp's main prophet but I kept everything cool
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A backstreet gambler with the luck to lose
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When the heat came down it was left on the ground
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The devil appeared like Jesus 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 ain't hard to be a saint ■  ■  when you're just a boy


[Chorus]
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■ And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead
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The tracks clack out the rhythm their eyes fixed straight ahead
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They ride the line of balance hold on by just a thread
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It's too hot in these tunnels you can get hit up by the heat
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You get up to get out at your next stop they push you back down in your seat
A#                                                           
Your heart starts beatin' faster as you struggle to your feet
E                                              
You're outa that hole and back up on the street
D          E                 F#m   
South Side sisters sure look pretty
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Cripple on the corner cried out Nickels for your pity
D    E             F#m             
Them downtown boys sure talk gritty
          D            E     A7            
Well it's hard to be a saint ■  in the city
A         D    
■ So hard saint
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So hard


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