Chords for Bruce Springsteen - It's hard to be a saint in the city (lyrics)

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_ _ _ [A] _ _ I [F#m] had skin like leather, [D] emerald diamond [E] heart, look of [A] a cobra.
_ _ _ _ I [F#m] was born blue and weathered, then I burst [E] just like a [F#m] _
supernova.
I _ _ [D] could walk like Brando right under the [F#m] sun, dance just like a _ [D] _ _ Casanova. _
_ _ Rid my black [E] jack and jacket [F#m] in half slick sweet, [D] silver [E] star studs on my [F#m] duds like a Harley and heat.
When I strut down [E] the street I [D] could feel it's [E] heartbeat.
_ [D] _ [E] Sisters fell [F#m] back said don't that man look pretty, the [E] cripple on the corner [F#m] cried out nickels for your pity.
[D] Them [E] gasoline boys [F#m] downtown sure talk gritty, it's [D] so hard to be [E] a saint [A] in the city. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I was [F#m] the king of the Alabama, [D] I could [E] talk some [A]
trash.
_ _ _ _ I [F#m] was the prince of the barbers, [D] crowned [E] downtown after [F#m] a beggars bash.
_ _ I [D] was the pimp's main prop but I kept everything cool, just [F#m] a backstreet gambler with luck to lose. _
_ And when the heat came [E] down and it was left on the [E] ground, [D] devil of good luck [F#m] Jesus through the steam in the street.
[D] Show [E] me a hand I know [F#m] even the cops couldn't beat, I felt this hot [E] breath on my neck [F#m] as I dove into the heat.
It's so hard to be a saint [A] when you're just a boy out on the _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ street.
Them Mercedes of the subway sit just like the living dead.
The [D] tracks clack out the rhythm, their eyes fixed straight ahead.
[G] They ride the limousine, hold on by the thread but it's [C] too hot in the _ _ _ _ heat.
[Dm] You get up to get out at your next stop but they push you [F] back down in your seat.
Your [A#] heart starts beating faster as you struggle to your feet.
You're [E] out of backup on the street [D] and them south side [E] sisters sure [F#m] look pretty.
The [D] cripple on the [E] corner cried out [F#m] nickels for your pity.
Them [D] downtown [F#m] boys they sure talk gritty, [E] it's [D] so hard to be [Em] a saint in [A] the city. _
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