It's Hard to Be a Saint in the City Chords by Bruce Springsteen

[Start]

[Intro]
A7 D A D Am7 A D A
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D A D A7 D A
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[Verse]
      F#m                       D           E         A    
I had skin like leather and the diamondhard look of a cobra
      F#m                           D          E      F#m      
I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a supernova
        D                                        F#m               D       
I could walk like Brando right into the sun then dance just like a Casanova
                      E          F#m               
With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet
D                 E               F#m7                 
Silver star studs on my duds just like a Harley in heat
       E                                                
When I strut down the street I could feel its heart beat
            D E                  F#m                       
The sisters ■ fell back and said Don't that man look pretty
D                  E            F#m                      
The cripple on the corner cried out Nickels for your pity
D             E             F#m7            
Then gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty
        D            Em7      Asus4 A7  
It's so hard to be a saint in the   city


[Chorus]
A           F#m                    D       E         A    
■ I was the king of the alley Mama I could talk some trash
          F#m                   D       E               F#m          
I was the prince of the paupers crowned downtown at the beggar's bash
          D                                         
I was the pimp's main prophet I kept everything cool
       F#m                         D           
Just a backstreet gambler with the luck to lose
                       E                             
And when the heat came down it was left on the ground


[Verse]
D         E                   F#m                            
The devil appeared like Jesus through the steam in the street
D          E             F#m                        
Showin' me a hand I knew even the cops couldn't beat
  D                   E             F#m                 
I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat
     D               Em7                    A7                     
It's so hard to be a saint when you're just a boy out on the street


[Chorus]
        A7                                               
And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead
       Dsus4                             D                        
As the tracks clack out the rhythm their eyes fixed straight ahead
G7                                                        
They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread
             C7           Csus4                   C             
But it's too hot in these tunnels you can get hit up by the heat
        D                                        C                         
You get up to get out at your next stop but they push you back in your seat
     A#                                                      
Your heart starts beatin' faster as you struggle to your feet
            Esus4                         E         
Then you're outa that hole and back up on the street
                                      D      E
And then South Side sisters sure look pretty ■
F#m     D              E                F#m                  
■   The cripple on the corner cries out Nickels for your pity
         D        E         F#m             
And then downtown boys they sure talk gritty
        D                  Asus4  A7  
It's so hard to be a saint in the city


[Outro]
D E F#m D E F#m D E
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F#m D E F#m7 F#7 D F#m7 F#m
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D Bm7 F#m
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[End]