[A7] [D4/A] [A]
[D/A] [A7] [D]
[A] [D/A]
[A] [D] [A] [A7] [D]
I had s[F#m]kin like leather and the dia[D]mond-hard lo[E]ok of a c[A]obra[D][A][D]
I was b[F#m]orn blue and weathered but I b[D]urst just like a s[E]upernov[F#m]a
I could w[D]alk like Brando right into the sun
Then d[F#m]ance just like a Casa[D]nova
With my blackjack and ja[E]cket and ha[F#m]ir slicked sweet
Silver s[D]tar studs on my d[E]uds like a H[F#m]arley in heat
When I strut down t[D]he str[E]eet I could f[F#m]eel its he[D]artbea[E]t
[D]The sisters f[E]ell back and said "D[F#m]on't that man look pretty"
The cr[D]ipple on the co[E]rner cried out "N[F#m]ickels for your pity"
Them ga[D]soline boys do[E]wntown su[F#m]re talk gritty
It's so h[D]ard to be a s[E]aint in the c[A7]ity
I was the [F#m]king of the alley I[D] could ta[E]lk some tras[A]h[D][A][D]
I was the p[F#m]rince of the paupers crowned d[D]owntown at the b[E]eggar's b[F#m]ash
I was the p[D]imp's main prophet I kept everything cool
[F#m]Just a backstreet gambler with the l[D]uck to lose
And when the heat came down [E]and it was[F#m] left on the ground
The d[D]evil appeared[E] like Jesus thr[F#m]ough the steam in the street
Showin' me [D]a han[E]d I knew even the c[F#m]ops coul[D]dn't be[E]at
I f[D]elt his hot breath o[E]n my neck as I d[F#m]ove into the heat
It's so h[D]ard to be a sa[E]int when you're just a b[A7]oy out on the street
And the s[A7sus]ages of the subway sit just l[A7]ike the living dead
As the t[D7sus]racks clack out the rhythm their eyes f[D7]ixed straight ahead
They r[G7]ide the line of balance and hold on by just a thread
But it's too [C7]hot in these tunnels you can get hit up by the heat
You get [Dm]up to get out at your next stop but they push you back down in your seat
Your h[Bb]eart starts beatin' faster as you struggle to your feet
Then y[Esus]ou're outa that hole and back up[E] on the street
And them [D]South Side siste[E]rs sure look prett[F#m]y
The cri[D]pple on the cor[E]ner cries out "Nick[F#m]els for your pity"
And them dow[D]ntown bo[E]ys su[F#m]re talk gritty
It's so h[D]ard to be a sai[E]nt in the c[Asus]ity[A]
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--5----------------|--3----------------|--2-----------------3--|
--0----------------|--0----------------|--2--------------------|
--5----------------|--4----------------|--2-------------3h4----|
--0----------------|--0----------------|--0----------0---------|
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[D/A] [A7] [D]
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--------------------5--|--------------------3--|---------------------|
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----------------4h5----|----------------3h4----|---------------------|
--------0----0---------|--------0----0---------|--------0----0----0--|
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[A] [D/A]
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--2-----------------3--|-----3--3--3--3--3-3-3-3--3-|
--2--------------------|-----x--x--x--x--x-x-x-x--x-|
--2-------------3h4----|--4--4--4--4--4--4-4-4-4--4-|
--0----------0---------|-----0--0--0--0--0-0-0-0--0-|
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[A] [D] [A] [A7] [D]
|------------------------------|------------------------------||
|---------------3-------2------|-----------------5-------3----||
|--2--2-2-2------------x------|--2--2-2-2-----------------2-||
|--2--2-2-2--2h4-------4------|--2--2-2-2--4h5-----5-4------||
|---0--0-0-0--0----0--x----x-x-|--0--0-0-0--------------------||
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I had s[F#m]kin like leather and the dia[D]mond-hard lo[E]ok of a c[A]obra[D][A][D]
I was b[F#m]orn blue and weathered but I b[D]urst just like a s[E]upernov[F#m]a
I could w[D]alk like Brando right into the sun
Then d[F#m]ance just like a Casa[D]nova
With my blackjack and ja[E]cket and ha[F#m]ir slicked sweet
Silver s[D]tar studs on my d[E]uds like a H[F#m]arley in heat
When I strut down t[D]he str[E]eet I could f[F#m]eel its he[D]artbea[E]t
[D]The sisters f[E]ell back and said "D[F#m]on't that man look pretty"
The cr[D]ipple on the co[E]rner cried out "N[F#m]ickels for your pity"
Them ga[D]soline boys do[E]wntown su[F#m]re talk gritty
It's so h[D]ard to be a s[E]aint in the c[A7]ity
I was the [F#m]king of the alley I[D] could ta[E]lk some tras[A]h[D][A][D]
I was the p[F#m]rince of the paupers crowned d[D]owntown at the b[E]eggar's b[F#m]ash
I was the p[D]imp's main prophet I kept everything cool
[F#m]Just a backstreet gambler with the l[D]uck to lose
And when the heat came down [E]and it was[F#m] left on the ground
The d[D]evil appeared[E] like Jesus thr[F#m]ough the steam in the street
Showin' me [D]a han[E]d I knew even the c[F#m]ops coul[D]dn't be[E]at
I f[D]elt his hot breath o[E]n my neck as I d[F#m]ove into the heat
It's so h[D]ard to be a sa[E]int when you're just a b[A7]oy out on the street
And the s[A7sus]ages of the subway sit just l[A7]ike the living dead
As the t[D7sus]racks clack out the rhythm their eyes f[D7]ixed straight ahead
They r[G7]ide the line of balance and hold on by just a thread
But it's too [C7]hot in these tunnels you can get hit up by the heat
You get [Dm]up to get out at your next stop but they push you back down in your seat
Your h[Bb]eart starts beatin' faster as you struggle to your feet
Then y[Esus]ou're outa that hole and back up[E] on the street
And them [D]South Side siste[E]rs sure look prett[F#m]y
The cri[D]pple on the cor[E]ner cries out "Nick[F#m]els for your pity"
And them dow[D]ntown bo[E]ys su[F#m]re talk gritty
It's so h[D]ard to be a sai[E]nt in the c[Asus]ity[A]
