It's Hard To Be A Saint In The City Chords by Bruce Springsteen
- Key: A
- BPM: 130
- Capo: no capo
PULSO FUERTE
IT'S HARD TO BE A SAINT IN THE CITY ACORDES
[Start] [Intro] [Verse] A D A Gbm ■ ■ ■ Well I had skin like leather D E A D And the diamond hard look of a cobra ■ A Gbm ■ I was born blue and weathered D E Gbm But I burst just like a supernova D Well I walk like Brando right into the sun Gbm D And dance just like a Casanova D Now with my blackjack and jacket Gbm And hair slicked sweet D E Silver star studs on my duds Gbm Like a Harley in heat D E When I walk down the street D E I could hear its heart beat [Chorus] D E An old woman fell back and said Gbm Don't that man look pretty D E Gbm The cripple on the corner cried out Nickels for your pity D Gbm Gbm7 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] Gbm Well I was the king of the alley D E A I could talk a trash Gbm I was the prince of the paupers D E Gbm Crowned downtown at the beggar's bash D I was the pimp's main prophet D I kept everything cool Gbm D Just a backstreet gambler with the luck to lose E And when the heat came down D E It was left on the ground D E The devil appeared like Jesus Gbm Through the steam in the street D E Gbm Showin' me a hand I knew even the cops couldn't beat D E Gbm Gbm7 I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat D Em7 Asus4 A7 It's so hard to be a saint when you're just a boy out on the street Asus4 When the sages and the subway A7 Am7 Sit just like the living dead Dsus4 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 D I get up to get out at your next stop F But they push you back in your seat F My heart starts beatin' faster as I struggle to my feet C Esus4 Bm7 Then I get out of that hole and I went back up on the street D E Gbm And then South Side sisters sure ■ look pretty D Bm7 Gbm 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] A7 E D Gbm D E Bm7 Gbm ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■