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Intro: A, D11, A, A7(no 3rd), D11, A, D11, A, A7(no 3rd), D11
FA#m RE MI LA RE LA RE
I had skin like leather and the diamond hard look of a cobra
LA FA#m RE MI FA#m
I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a super nova
FA#m RE
I could walk like Brando right into the sun
FA#m RE
Dance just like a Casa Nova
RE MI FA#m
With my blackjack jacket and hair slicked sweet
RE MI FA#m
Silver star studs on my duds like a Harley in the heat
FA#m RE MI FA#m RE MI
When I strut down the street I could feel it's heart beat
RE MI FA#m
The sisters fell back and said "don't that man look pretty"
RE MI FA#m
The cripple on the corner cried out "nickels for your pity"
FA#m MI FA#m
Them down town boys sure talk gritty
FA#m RE MI LA7sus
It's so hard to be a saint in the city
FA#m RE MI LA RE LA RE
I was the king of the alley, mama, I could talk some trash
LA FA#m RE MI FA#m
The prince of the paupers crowned downtown at the beggars bash
FA#m RE
I was the pimps main prophet I kept every thing cool
FA#m RE
Just a backstreet gambler with the luck to lose
RE MI FA#m
When the heat came down and it was left on the ground
RE MI FA#m
The devil appeared like Jesus through the steam in the street
FA#m RE MI FA#m RE MI
Showed me a hand I knew even the cops couldn't beat
RE MI FA#m
I felt the sideburn on my neck as I dove into the heat
FA#m RE MI LA7sus LA7
It's so hard to be a saint when you're just a boy out on the street
LA7 LA7sus LA7
Well my sages on the subway sit just like the living dead
RE7sus RE7
As the track clack out their rhythm their eyes fixed straight ahead
SOL7
They ride the line of balance hold on by just a thread
DO7
But it's too hot in these tunnels, you get hit up by the heat
REm REm/DO
You get up to go out at your next stop, they push you back down in your seat
SIb
Your heart starts beatin fast as you struggle to your feet
MIsus MI
You're out of that hole back up on the street
RE MI FA#m
And them south side sisters sure look pretty
RE MI FA#m
The cripple on the corner cries out "nickles for your pity"
RE MI FA#m
Them down town boys sure talk gritty
RE MI LAsus LA
It's so hard to be a saint in the city
(Repeat and fade)
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