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#mI was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a super nova
I could walk like Brando right into the sun
FA#m REDance just like a Casa Nova
RE MI FA#mWith my blackjack jacket and hair slicked sweet
Silver star studs on my duds like a Harley in the heat
FA#m RE MI FA#m RE MIWhen I strut down the street I could feel it's heart beat
RE MI FA#mThe sisters fell back and said "don't that man look pretty"
The cripple on the corner cried out "nickels for your pity"
FA#m MI FA#mThem down town boys sure talk gritty
FA#m RE MI LA7susIt's so hard to be a saint in the city
I was the king of the alley, mama, I could talk some trash
LA FA#m RE MI FA#mThe prince of the paupers crowned downtown at the beggars bash
FA#m REI was the pimps main prophet I kept every thing cool
Just a backstreet gambler with the luck to lose
RE MI FA#mWhen the heat came down and it was left on the ground
RE MI FA#mThe devil appeared like Jesus through the steam in the street
Showed me a hand I knew even the cops couldn't beat
RE MI FA#mI felt the sideburn on my neck as I dove into the heat
FA#m RE MI LA7sus LA7It's so hard to be a saint when you're just a boy out on the street
Well my sages on the subway sit just like the living dead
RE7sus RE7As the track clack out their rhythm their eyes fixed straight ahead
SOL7They ride the line of balance hold on by just a thread
But it's too hot in these tunnels, you get hit up by the heat
REm REm/DOYou get up to go out at your next stop, they push you back down in your seat
SIbYour heart starts beatin fast as you struggle to your feet
You're out of that hole back up on the street
RE MI FA#mAnd them south side sisters sure look pretty
RE MI FA#mThe cripple on the corner cries out "nickles for your pity"
Them down town boys sure talk gritty
RE MI LAsus LAIt's so hard to be a saint in the city
(Repeat and fade)
Intro: A, D11, A, A7(no 3rd), D11,
..A, D11, A, A7(no 3rd), D11
I had skin like leather and the
RE MI LA RE LA..diamond hard look of a cobra
RE
I was born blue and weathered but
RE MI FA#m..I burst just like a super nova
FA#m REI could walk like Brando right
..into the sun
FA#m REDance just like a Casa Nova
With my blackjack jacket and hair
FA#m..slicked sweet
RE MISilver star studs on my duds like
..a Harley in the heat
FA#m RE MIWhen I strut down the street I
FA#m RE MI..could feel it's heart beat
The sisters fell back and said
FA#m.."don't that man look pretty"
RE MIThe cripple on the corner cried
..out "nickels for your pity"
FA#m MI FA#mThem down town boys sure talk
..gritty
FA#m RE MIIt's so hard to be a saint in the
LA7sus..city
I was the king of the alley, mama,
MI LA RE LA RE..I could talk some trash
LA FA#mThe prince of the paupers crowned
..downtown at the beggars bash
FA#m REI was the pimps main prophet I
..kept every thing cool
FA#m REJust a backstreet gambler with the
..luck to lose
RE MIWhen the heat came down and it was
FA#m..left on the ground
The devil appeared like Jesus
FA#m..through the steam in the street
FA#m RE MIShowed me a hand I knew even the
..cops couldn't beat
RE MII felt the sideburn on my neck as
FA#m..I dove into the heat
It's so hard to be a saint when
LA7sus..you're just a boy out on the
LA7..street
Well my sages on the subway sit
LA7..just like the living dead
RE7susAs the track clack out their
..rhythm their eyes fixed straight
..ahead
They ride the line of balance hold
..on by just a thread
But it's too hot in these tunnels,
..you get hit up by the heat
You get up to go out at your next
REm/DO..stop, they push you back down in
..your seat
SIbYour heart starts beatin fast as
..you struggle to your feet
MIsus MIYou're out of that hole back up on
..the street
RE MIAnd them south side sisters sure
FA#m..look pretty
The cripple on the corner cries
FA#m..out "nickles for your pity"
RE MI FA#mThem down town boys sure talk
..gritty
RE MI LAsusIt's so hard to be a saint in the
..city
(Repeat and fade)
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