It\x27s Hard to Be a Saint in the City

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I had skin like leather and the diamond hard look of a cobra

I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a supernova

I could walk like Brando right into the sun

Then dance just like a Casanova

With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet

Silver star studs on my duds like a Harley in heat

When I strut down the street I could feel its heartbeat

The sisters fell back and said

Don't that man look pretty

The cripple on the corner cried out

Nickels for your pity

Them gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty

It's so hard to be a saint in the city

I was the king of the alley mama I could talk some trash

I was the prince of the paupers crowned downtown at the beggar's bash

I was the pimp's main prophet I kept everything cool

Just a backstreet gambler with the luck to lose

And when the heat came down it was left on the ground

The devil appeared like Jesus through the steam in the street

Showin' me a hand I knew even the cops couldn't beat

I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat

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