It's Hard to Be a Saint in the City Chords by David Bowie

[Start]

[Intro]
Asus4 A7 Asus4 A7 Asus4 A D A
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[Verse]
      Gbm                       D           E         A     A7
I had skin like leather and the diamondhard look of a cobra ■ 
      Gbm                           D          E      Gbm      
I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a supernova
        D                                  
I could walk like Brando right into the sun
Gbm                    D       
Then dance just like a Casanova
                      E          Gbm               
With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet
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Silver star studs on my duds like a Harley in heat
       D     E                       D        E        
When I strut down the street I could hear its heartbeat


[Chorus]
D                E             Gbm                       
The sisters fell back and said Don't that man look pretty
D                  E                Gbm                  
The cripple on the corner cried out Nickels for your pity
D             E             Gbm             
Them gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty
     D                            A    Asus4
It's so hard to be a saint in the city ■    


[Verse]
A7   Gbm                            D         E         A7   
■  I was the king of the alley mama ■ I could talk some trash
          Gbm                   D       E               Gbm          
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
       Gbm                         D           
Just a backstreet gambler with the luck to lose
                       E           D           E     
And when the heat came down it was left on the ground
Bm7 D     Em            Gbm                            D     
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
  D                   E               Gbm               
I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat
D       E                  Asus4                  A          Asus4  A
It's so hard to be a saint when you're just a boy out on the street ■
        A                                                
And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead
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As the tracks clack out the rhythm their eyes fixed straight ahead
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They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread
         C                                                      
But 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 but they push you back down in your seat
     Bb                                                      
Your heart starts beatin' faster as you struggle to your feet
            E7    E                                  
Then you're outta that hole and back up on the street


[Chorus]
         D          E       Gbm             
And them South Side sisters sure look pretty
D                  E      Gbm                            
The cripple on the corner cries out Nickels for your pity
         D        E    Gbm             
And them downtown boys sure talk gritty
     D             E       A  Asus4 A Asus4   
It's so hard to be a saint in ■     ■ the city


[Outro]
A A7 D E Gbm D E Gbm
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D Em Gbm D Em Gbm D E
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Gbm D Em Gbm Bm Em Gbm D
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Em Gbm D Em Gbm D Em Gbm
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B7 D Em
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[End]