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I had s^F#mkin like leather and the dia^Dmond-hard lo^Eok of a c^Aobra ^D ^A ^D I was b^F#morn blue and weathered but I b^Durst just like a s^Eupernov^F#ma I could w^Dalk like Brando right into the sun Then d^F#mance just like a Casa^Dnova With my blackjack and ja^Ecket and ha^F#mir slicked sweet Silver s^Dtar studs on my d^Euds like a H^F#marley in heat When I strut down t^Dhe str^Eeet I could f^F#meel its he^Dartbea^Et ^DThe sisters f^Eell back and said &q^F#muot;Don't that man look pretty" The cr^Dipple on the co^Erner cried out &q^F#muot;Nickels for your pity" Them ga^Dsoline boys do^Ewntown su^F#mre talk gritty It's so h^Dard to be a s^Eaint in the c^A7ity

I was the ^F#mking of the alley I^D could ta^Elk some tras^Ah ^D ^A ^D I was the p^F#mrince of the paupers crowned d^Downtown at the b^Eeggar's b^F#mash I was the p^Dimp's main prophet I kept everything cool ^F#mJust a backstreet gambler with the l^Duck to lose And when the heat came down ^Eand it was^F#m left on the ground The d^Devil appeared^E like Jesus thr^F#mough the steam in the street Showin' me ^Da han^Ed I knew even the c^F#mops coul^Ddn't be^Eat I f^Delt his hot breath o^En my neck as I d^F#move into the heat It's so h^Dard to be a sa^Eint when you're just a b^A7oy out on the street

And the s^A7susages of the subway sit just l^A7ike the living dead As the t^D7susracks clack out the rhythm their eyes f^D7ixed straight ahead They r^G7ide the line of balance and hold on by just a thread But it's too ^C7hot in these tunnels you can get hit up by the heat You get ^Dmup to get out at your next stop but they push you back down in your seat Your h^Bbeart starts beatin' faster as you struggle to your feet Then y^Esusou're outa that hole and back up^E on the street And them ^DSouth Side siste^Ers sure look prett^F#my The cri^Dpple on the cor^Ener cries out "^F#m;Nickels for your pity" And them dow^Dntown bo^Eys su^F#mre talk gritty It's so h^Dard to be a sai^Ent in the c^Asusity ^A

Bruce Springsteen - Its hard to be a saint in the city