(Composição: Rory Gallagher) I ain't no saint I can't turn the other cheek I ain't no saint But you can cool my temper By the words you speak I'll tell you straight from the shoulder Straight from the hip 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 I feel alright down hear lord I think heaven's gonna have to wait She doesn'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 tow the party line I ain't no saint But you get my nomination Every single time I ain't no saint Won't make it through the pearly gates I feel alright down here, Lord I think heavens gonna have to wait I'll tell you straight from the shoulder Straight from the hip I feel alright down here, Lord I think Heavens gonna have to wait
