It's Hard To Be A Saint In The City (Album Version)-Bruce Springsteen

[ti:It's Hard To Be A Saint In The City] [ar:Bruce Springsteen] [al:Tracks] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]It's Hard To Be A Saint In The City (Album Version) - Bruce Springsteen [00:15.31]We had skin like leather and the diamond-hard look of a cobra [00:23.03]I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a supernova [00:30.30]We could walk like Brando right into the sun [00:34.41]Then dance just like a Casanova [00:39.53]With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet [00:43.31]Silver star studs on my duds like a Harley in heat [00:46.72]When I strut down the street [00:48.17]I could feel its heartbeat [00:50.68]Oh women fell back and said [00:52.70]Don't that man look pretty [00:54.65]The cripple on the corner cried out [00:56.28]Nickels for your pity [00:57.99]Them gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty [01:01.33]It's so hard to be a saint in the city [01:10.21]I was the king if the alley [01:12.97]I could talk some trash [01:18.25]I was the prince of the paupers [01:20.47]Crowned downtown at the beggar's bash [01:25.50]I was the pimp's main prophet [01:27.27]I kept everythning cool [01:29.45]A backstreet gambler with the luck to lose [01:32.79]And when the heat came down it was left on the ground [01:36.98]The devil appeared like [01:37.95]Jesus through the steam in the street [01:40.78]Showin' me a hand [01:41.98]I knew even the cops couldn't beat [01:43.95]I felt his hot breath on my neck as [01:45.81]I dove into the heat [01:47.19]It's so hard to be a saint when you're just a boy [01:57.38]And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead [02:01.29]As the tracks clack out the rhythm their eyes fixed straightahead [02:05.01]They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread [02:08.77]But it's too hot in these tunnels [02:10.05]You can get hit up by the heat [02:12.49]You get up to get out at your next stop [02:14.24]But they push you back down in your seat [02:16.43]Your heart starts beating faster as you struggle to your feet [02:19.86]Then you're outa that hole and back up on the street [02:23.78]And them South Side sisters sure look pretty [02:27.35]The cripple on the corner cries out [02:29.31]Nickels for your pity [02:30.90]And them downtown boys sure talk gritty [02:34.51]It's so hard to be a saint in the city