Текст песни с аккордами
Вступление
[Intro]
| A | D/A | A | D/A |
| A | D/A | A | D/A |
| A | A | D | A |
[Verse 1]
F#m D E A
I had skin like leather and the diamond-hard look of a cobra
F#m D E F#m
I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a super-nova
D F#m D
I could walk like Brando right into the sun, an' dance just like a Casanova
D E F#m
With my black-jack and jacket and my hair slicked sweet
D E F#m
Silver studs on my duds just like a Harley in heat
D E D E
When I strut down the street I can hear its' heartbeat
D E F#m
The sisters fell back and said "Don't that man look pretty"
D E F#m
The cripple on the corner cried out "Penny, nickels for your pity"
D E F#m
Them gasoline boys down-town, they sure talk gritty
D E A D/A A D/A
It's so hard to be a saint in the city
[Verse 2]
F#m D E A
I was the king of the alley, mama, I could talk some trash
F#m D E F#m
I was the Prince of the Paupers, crowned down-town at the Beggars' Bash
D
I was a pimp's main prophet, I kept everything cool
F#m D
Just a back-street gambler with the luck to lose
D E D E
And when the heat came down it was left on the ground, mama
D E F#m
Devil appeared to me like Jesus through the steam in the street, an'
D E F#m
Showed me a hand that even the cops couldn't beat
D E F#m
And I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat, and
D E A
It's so hard to be a saint when you're just a poor boy out on the street
[Verse 3]
A4 A A4 A
And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead
D
As the tracks clack out the rhythm, the eyes fixed straight ahead
G4 G G4 G
They ride the line of balancin', hold on by just a thread
C
Well, it's too hot in these tunnels, you can get hit up by the heat
Dm F F/C
When you get up to get out at your next stop, but they push you right down in your seat
A#
And your heart starts beatin' faster as you struggle to your feet
E
Then you're out of that hole!, back on the street
D E F#m
And them south-side sisters, they sure look pretty
D E F#m
And the cripple on the corner cries out "Nickels for your pity"
D E F#m
And them down-town boys, they sure talk gritty
D E A D/A A D/A
It's so hard to be a saint in the city
[Outro]
| D | E | F#m | F#m |
(repeat and fade out)
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