Shes Got To Be A Saint
Price Ray Lyrics


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I'm out late every night
Doing things that ain't right
And she'll cry for me
When I'm down in the dumps
And she nurses my lumps
How she cries for me

And she'll never complain
She keeps hiding the pain
But I know all the while
She's not feeling too well
'Cause I put her through hell
Still she forces a smile

She's got to be a saint
Lord know that I ain't
I finally realize
Right before my eyes
Here is a saint

There's a dress in a shop
That'll make her eyes pop
But she'll look away
She'd have gotten a lift
If I'd bought her that gift
For her birthday

But her birthday has come
And I feel like a bum
'Cause I spent my last dime
On a worthless old friend
On a drunken weekend
I've done it time after time

She's got to be a saint
Lord know that I ain't
I finally realize
Right before my eyes
Here is a saint

Should I stay? Should I go?
I really don't know
My mind's in a blur
Soon it's gonna be dawn
And if she finds me gone
Would it be best for her?

I see her cry in her sleep
So I kiss her wet cheek
I kneel by her and pray
And I'll turn off the light
Step out in the night
And I'll go on my way

She's got to be a saint
Lord know that I ain't
I finally realize




Right before my eyes
Here is a saint

Overall Meaning

In "She's Got To Be A Saint," the singer describes his admiration for a woman who has stayed with him despite his less-than-stellar behavior. While he spends his nights doing "things that ain't right," she remains by his side, crying with him when he's down and nursing him back to health when necessary. He acknowledges that she hides her own pain and never complains, and realizes that she is a true saint for putting up with him.


The lyrics reflect the singer's conflicting feelings about his actions and his relationship. He acknowledges that he has put her "through hell" and feels guilty about not being able to give her the gifts or attention she deserves. He contemplates leaving, wondering if it would be better for her, but ultimately decides to stay for another night, wishing her goodnight before disappearing into the darkness. Overall, the song speaks to the importance of unconditional love and the sacrifices people make for those they care about.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm out late every night
I am out every night, doing things that aren't right.


Doing things that ain't right
My actions are wrong.


And she'll cry for me
She will cry for me.


When I'm down in the dumps
When I am upset.


And she nurses my lumps
She helps heal my pains.


How she cries for me
How hard she cries for me.


And she'll never complain
She never complains.


She keeps hiding the pain
She never shows her pain.


But I know all the while
But I know the truth.


She's not feeling too well
She isn't feeling well.


'Cause I put her through hell
Because I cause her a lot of stress and pain.


Still she forces a smile
She still smiles despite everything.


She's got to be a saint
She is a saint.


Lord know that I ain't
I am not a saint.


I finally realize
I understand now.


Right before my eyes
I see it clearly now.


Here is a saint
She is a saint.


There's a dress in a shop
There is a dress in a store.


That'll make her eyes pop
The dress will make her eyes widen with amazement.


But she'll look away
She will not look at the dress.


She'd have gotten a lift
She would have felt happy and excited.


If I'd bought her that gift
If I had purchased her the dress.


For her birthday
It would have been for her birthday.


But her birthday has come
Her birthday has passed.


And I feel like a bum
I feel like a worthless person.


'Cause I spent my last dime
Because I spent all my money.


On a worthless old friend
On a friend who isn't worth it.


On a drunken weekend
On a weekend spent drinking alcohol.


I've done it time after time
I have done this many times before.


Should I stay? Should I go?
Should I leave or stay?


I really don't know
I am not sure.


My mind's in a blur
I am confused and unsure.


Soon it's gonna be dawn
The sun will soon rise.


And if she finds me gone
If I am not there when she wakes up.


Would it be best for her?
Would it be better for her?


I see her cry in her sleep
I see her cry while she is sleeping.


So I kiss her wet cheek
I kiss her face which is wet with tears.


I kneel by her and pray
I kneel beside her and pray.


And I'll turn off the light
I will turn the light off.


Step out in the night
I will go out into the night.


And I'll go on my way
And I will leave.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: JOSEPH J. PAULINI, MARIO DI NAPOLI

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

Fernando Paucar

Salgo tarde todas las noches
Haciendo cosas que no están bien
Y ella llorará por mí
Cuando estoy deprimido
Y ella cuida mis bultos
Cómo llora por mí

Y nunca se quejará
Ella sigue ocultando el dolor
Pero lo sé todo el tiempo
Ella no se siente muy bien
Porque la hice pasar un infierno
Todavía ella fuerza una sonrisa

Ella tiene que ser una santa
Señor, sé que no lo
soy Finalmente me doy cuenta
Justo ante mis ojos
Aquí hay una santa

Hay un vestido en una tienda
Eso hará que sus ojos
se destapen Pero mirará hacia otro lado
Habría conseguido un aventón
Si yoLe compré ese regalo
para su cumpleaños.

Pero su cumpleaños ha llegado
Y me siento como un vagabundo
Porque gasté mi último centavo
En un viejo amigo sin valor
En un fin de semana borracho
Lo he hecho una y otra vez

Ella tiene que ser una santa
Dios sabe que
finalmente no lo soy darme cuenta
Justo ante mis ojos
Aquí hay un santo

¿Debería quedarme? ¿Debo ir?
Realmente no lo sé
Mi mente está borrosa
Pronto va a amanecer
Y si ella encuentra que me he ido
¿Sería lo mejor para ella?

La veo llorar mientras duerme
Así que beso su mejilla mojada
Me arrodillo a su lado y rezo
Y apagaré la luz
Salgo en la noche
Y seguiré mi camino

Ella tiene que ser una santa
Señor, sé que no lo
soy Finalmente me doy cuenta
Justo ante mis ojos
Aquí hay una santa



All comments from YouTube:

Leonard Gilbreath

His style of music is one that no one has replaced no one even comes close to his voice he was and is still the master.

tornadopap

There will never, ever be a voice like Ray Price. I have been a fan since late 50's. Rest in Peace Sir.

John Hood

One of my favorite of Ray Price’s song, series of hits that's ultimately delicate like a sacrament to the soul. The "Cherokee Cowboy" of Texas, thank you Mr. PRICE...RIP.

Fernando Paucar

Salgo tarde todas las noches
Haciendo cosas que no están bien
Y ella llorará por mí
Cuando estoy deprimido
Y ella cuida mis bultos
Cómo llora por mí

Y nunca se quejará
Ella sigue ocultando el dolor
Pero lo sé todo el tiempo
Ella no se siente muy bien
Porque la hice pasar un infierno
Todavía ella fuerza una sonrisa

Ella tiene que ser una santa
Señor, sé que no lo
soy Finalmente me doy cuenta
Justo ante mis ojos
Aquí hay una santa

Hay un vestido en una tienda
Eso hará que sus ojos
se destapen Pero mirará hacia otro lado
Habría conseguido un aventón
Si yoLe compré ese regalo
para su cumpleaños.

Pero su cumpleaños ha llegado
Y me siento como un vagabundo
Porque gasté mi último centavo
En un viejo amigo sin valor
En un fin de semana borracho
Lo he hecho una y otra vez

Ella tiene que ser una santa
Dios sabe que
finalmente no lo soy darme cuenta
Justo ante mis ojos
Aquí hay un santo

¿Debería quedarme? ¿Debo ir?
Realmente no lo sé
Mi mente está borrosa
Pronto va a amanecer
Y si ella encuentra que me he ido
¿Sería lo mejor para ella?

La veo llorar mientras duerme
Así que beso su mejilla mojada
Me arrodillo a su lado y rezo
Y apagaré la luz
Salgo en la noche
Y seguiré mi camino

Ella tiene que ser una santa
Señor, sé que no lo
soy Finalmente me doy cuenta
Justo ante mis ojos
Aquí hay una santa

Kevin W

Great sound from a better time. Nobody did it like Ray Price.

Liz Wright

No one will ever be as good as Ray .

George Sutton

What a gift from God -- just listen to that voice

mkl62

Another #1 hit for Ray Price on the Country & Western charts. This was the 246th #1 C&W song of the Rock Era. It also hit #2 on the Canadian RPM Country Tracks charts. Well, we say goodbye to 1972 and move into 1973. The thing that I will remember about '72 is the death of my grandfather (8-16-1972). He farmed all of his life and also played the fiddle. People remembered him playing at square dances. We'll never forget you, PaPa.

Laury Zummak

Always sings with so much emotion

fullerbrush1

I think some people hit the Dislike button by mistake.How can you dislike Mr. Ray Price?

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