(Rory Gallagher)
I ain't no saint I can't turn the other cheek
I ain't no saint Can't turn the other cheek
But you can cool my temper by the words I hear you speak
I'll tell you straight from the shoulder
Tell you straight from the hip
If I'm falling over, she makes the pieces fit
If I get arrested or in som 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
I feel alright down here, Lord I think heaven's gonna have to wait
She don't tell me how to make a living
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 toe the party line
I ain't no saint I won't toe the party line
But you get my nomination every single time
I'll tell you straight from the shoulder
Straiht from the hip
Believe the tallest stories if I hear it from your lips
Don't need to worry about the crazy shape I'm in
This tender magic surely gives me a thrill
I ain't no saint
Won't make it through the pearly gates
I feel allright down here lord
I think heaven's gonna have to wait