I ain't no saint
I can't turn the other cheek
But you can cool my temper
By the words you speak

I'll tell you straight from the shoulder
Straight from the hip
If I'm falling over, she makes the pieces fit
If I get arrested or in some legal twist
She talks to the judge and gets the case dismissed

I ain't no saint
Won't make it through the pearly gates
Well I feel alright down hear lord
I think Heaven's gonna have to wait
Aooh

Don't tell me how to make a living on it
Don't lock her love up with a key

If I'm down my head is spinning
Don't call a doctor or a priest

I ain't no saint
Won't tow the party line
I ain't no saint
Won't tow the party line
But you get my nomination
Every single time

I'll tell you straight from the shoulder
Straight from the hip
Believe the taller stories
If I heard it from your lips
Don't need to worry about the
Crazy shit I'm in
This tender magic surely give me a thrill

I ain't no saint
I won't make it through the pearly gates
I feel alright down here, Lord
I think Heaven's gonna have to wait
Yeah

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Writer(s): Rory Gallagher