《It’s Hard To Be A Saint In The City(Live)》歌词

[00:00:00] It's Hard To Be A Saint In The City (Live) - Bruce Springsteen & The E Street Band

[00:00:22] I had skin like leather and the diamond hard look of a cobra

[00:00:29] I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a supernova

[00:00:35] I could walk like brando right into the sun

[00:00:39] Then dance just like a casanova

[00:00:44] With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet

[00:00:47] Silver star studs on my duds like a harley in heat

[00:00:51] When I strut down the street I could feel its heartbeat

[00:00:54] The sisters fell back and said don't that man look pretty

[00:00:57] The cripple on the corner cried out nickels for your pity

[00:01:00] Them gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty

[00:01:04] It's so hard to be a saint in the city

[00:01:12] I was the king of the alley mama I could talk some trash

[00:01:18] I was the prince of the paupers crowned downtown at the beggar's bash

[00:01:25] I was the pimp's main prophet I kept everything cool

[00:01:28] Just a backstreet gambler with the luck to lose

[00:01:33] And when the heat came down it was left on the ground

[00:01:36] The devil appeared like jesus through the steam in the street

[00:01:40] Showin' me a hand I knew even the cops couldn't beat

[00:01:43] I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat

[00:01:46] It's so hard to be a saint

[00:01:50] When you're just a boy out on the street

[00:01:55] And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead

[00:01:57] As the tracks clack out the rhythm their eyes fixed straight ahead

[00:02:00] They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread

[00:02:04] But it's too hot in these tunnels

[00:02:05] You can get hit up by the heat

[00:02:07] You get up to get out at your next stop

[00:02:09] But they push you back down in your seat

[00:02:11] Your heart starts beatin' faster as you struggle to your feet

[00:02:14] Then you're outa that hole and back up on the street

[00:02:17] And them south side sisters sure look pretty

[00:02:21] The cripple on the corner cries out nickels for your pity

[00:02:24] And them downtown boys sure talk gritty

[00:02:27] It's so hard to be a saint in the city