John Prine — Bruised Orange (Chain of Sorrow)
John Prine - A (Capo 2) G My heart''s in the ice house come hill or come valley C Like a long ago Sunday when I walked thru the alley G D On a cold winter''s morning to a church house G Just to shovel some snow I heard sirens on the train track, howl naked gettin'' nuder An altar boy''s been hit by a local commuter Just from walking with his back turned to the train That was coming so slow Chorus C You can gaze out the window, get mad and get madder G Throw your hands in the air, say what does it matter D G But, it don''t do no good to get angry, so help me I know C For a heart stained in anger grows weak and grows bitter G You become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there D G Wrapped up in a trap of your very own chain of sorrow I been brought down to zero, pulled out and put back there I sat on a park bench, kissed the girl with the black hair And my head shouted down to my heart you better look out below Hey, it ain''t such a long drop, don''t stammer, don''t stutter From the diamonds in the sidewalk to the dirt in the gutter And you carry those bruises to remind you wherever you go Chorus Repeat 1st verse and Chorus
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