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

  • G

  • C

  • Em

  • D

  • Dm

  • Gsus4

  • F

  • Bbm

  • Bb

  • Cm

    3
  • Ab

    4
Intro 1
G
C
G
C
G
C
G
C
G
C
G
C
G
C
I had skin
Verse 1
Em
like leather
C
D
G
C
G
and the diamond-hard look look of a cobra
Em
I was born blue and weathered
C
D
Em
but I burst just like a supernova
C
I could walk like Brando right into the sun,
Em
C
then dance just like a Casanova
D
With my blackjack and jacket
Em
and hair slicked sweet
C
D
Silver star studs on my duds,
Em
just like a Harley in heat
D
When I strut down the street,
C
I could feel its heart beat
D
C
D
The sisters fell back and said,
Em
"Don't that man look pretty"
C
D
Em
The cripple on the corner cried out
, "Nickels for your pity"
C
D
Then gasoline boys downtown
Em
sure talk gritty
C
Dm
It's so hard to be a saint
Gsus4
in the city
G
Gsus4
G

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Verse 2
Em
I was the king of the alley, Mama,
C
D
G
I could talk some trash
Em
I was the prince of the paupers,
C
D
Em
crowned downtown at the beggar's bash
C
I was the pimp's main prophet,
I kept everything cool
Em
Just a backstreet gambler
C
with the luck to lose
D
And when the heat came down
C
D
it was left on the ground
C
D
Em
The devil appeared like Jesus through
the steam in the street
C
D
Showin' me a hand I knew even
Em
the cops couldn't beat
C
D
I felt his hot breath on my neck
Em
as I dove into the heat
C
D
It's so hard to be a saint when you're just
Gsus4
G
a boy out on the street
Gsus4
Verse 3
G
Gsus4
And the sages of the subway
G
sit just like the living dead
C
As the tracks clack out the rhythm,
their eyes fixed straight ahead
F
They ride the line of balance
and hold on by just a thread
Bbm
But it's too hot in these tunnels,
Bb
you can get hit up by the heat
Cm
You get up to get out at your next stop,
Bb
but they push you back in your seat
Ab
Your heart starts beatin' faster as
you struggle to your feet
D
Then you're outa that hole
and back up on the street
Verse 4
C
D
And then South Side sisters
Em
sure look pretty
C
D
The cripple on the corner cries out,
Em
"Nickels for your pity"
C
D
And then downtown boys,
Em
they sure talk gritty
C
D
Gsus4
It's so hard to be a saint in the city
Outro 1
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