Hard to Be a Saint

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

Just a backstreet gambler with the luck to lose

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

Devil appeared like Jesus through the steam in the street

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

Hard to be a Saint

(Springsteen)

Bruce Springsteen

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Andreas Feininger
NYC 1945