It's Hard To Be A Saint In The City Song Lyrics

Bruce Springsteen

Bruce Springsteen Greetings From Asbury Park, N.J. cover art
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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 just like a Harley in heat
When I strut down the street I could hear its heart beat
The sisters fell back and said, "Dont that man look pretty."
The cripple on the corner cried out, "Nickels for your pity."
Them gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty
Its 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 beggars bash
I was the pimps main prophet I kept everything cool

Track Listing


12" Vinyl 1
  • 1 Blinded by the Light
  • 2 Growin’ Up
  • 3 Mary Queen of Arkansas
  • 4 Does This Bus Stop at 82nd Street?
  • 5 Lost in the Flood
  • 6 The Angel
  • 7 For You
  • 8 Spirit in the Night
  • 9 It’s Hard to Be a Saint in the City


  • credits


    publisher: ©Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
    writers: Ned Washington, Dimitri Tiomkin
    album: Track 9 in album Greetings From Asbury Park, N.J.
    release date: 1973-1-5
    popularity : 81 users have visited this page.
    genres: Rock
    styles: Folk Rock/Pop Rock/Classic Rock
    length: 3:13
    remixer: Jack Ashkinazy
    vocal: Bruce Springsteen
    engineer: Louis Lehav
    arranger: Bruce Springsteen
    composer: Bruce Springsteen
    lyricist: Bruce Springsteen

    Album Information

    label: Columbia
    country(area): United States
    format: 12" Vinyl
    barcode: 074643190312
    script: Latin