Its Hard To Be A Saint In The City chords by David Bowie

Chords with lyrics

• Difficulty: Intermediate

Key: A augmentedA

🎸 Intro:

| A augmentedA | D/AD/A | A augmentedA | D/AD/A |
| A augmentedA | D/AD/A | A augmentedA | D/AD/A |
| A augmentedA | A augmentedA | D MajorD | A augmentedA |


🎸 Verse 1:
   F# minorF#m            D MajorD      E MajorE     A augmentedA
I had skin like leather and the diamond-hard look of a cobra
   F# minorF#m           D MajorD         E MajorE      F# minorF#m
I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a super-nova
    D MajorD                    F# minorF#m          D MajorD
I could walk like Brando right into the sun, an' dance just like a Casanova
     D MajorD       E MajorE      F# minorF#m
With my black-jack and jacket and my hair slicked sweet
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Silver studs on my duds just like a Harley in heat
    D MajorD        E MajorE      D MajorD       E MajorE
When I strut down the street I can hear its' heartbeat
D MajorD         E MajorE       F# minorF#m
The sisters fell back and said "Don't that man look pretty"
D MajorD          E MajorE        F# minorF#m
The cripple on the corner cried out "Penny, nickels for your pity"
D MajorD       E MajorE         F# minorF#m
Them gasoline boys down-town, they sure talk gritty
   D MajorD       E MajorE   A augmentedA      D/AD/A  A augmentedA  D/AD/A
It's so hard to be a saint in the city

🎸 Verse 2:
 F# minorF#m               D MajorD     E MajorE     A augmentedA
I was the king of the alley, mama
I could talk some trash
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I was the Prince of the Paupers, crowned down-town at the Beggars' Bash
    D MajorD
I was a pimp's main prophet
I kept everything cool
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Just a back-street gambler with the luck to lose
       D MajorD     E MajorE     D MajorD       E MajorE
And when the heat came down it was left on the ground, mama
D MajorD    E MajorE        F# minorF#m
Devil appeared to me like Jesus through the steam in the street, an'
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Showed me a hand that even the cops couldn't beat
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And I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat, and
D MajorD    E MajorE               A augmentedA
It's so hard to be a saint when you're just a poor boy out on the street

🎸 Verse 3:
     A4      A augmentedA       A4       A augmentedA
And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead
       D MajorD
As the tracks clack out the rhythm, the eyes fixed straight ahead
   G4G4        G+G       G4G4       G+G
They ride the line of balancin', hold on by just a thread
      C majorC
Well, it's too hot in these tunnels, you can get hit up by the heat
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When you get up to get out at your next stop, but they push you right down in your seat
     A#A#
And your heart starts beatin' faster as you struggle to your feet
      E MajorE
Then you're out of that hole!, back on the street
     D MajorD     E MajorE      F# minorF#m
And them south-side sisters, they sure look pretty
    D MajorD        E MajorE       F# minorF#m
And the cripple on the corner cries out "Nickels for your pity"
    D MajorD     E MajorE     F# minorF#m
And them down-town boys, they sure talk gritty
    D MajorD       E MajorE     A augmentedA   D/AD/A  A augmentedA  D/AD/A
It's so hard to be a saint in the city

🎸 Outro:
| D MajorD | E MajorE | F# minorF#m | F# minorF#m |
(repeat and fade out)