John Prine - Bruised Orange

[ G ] my heart’s in the ice house come hill or come valley
like A [ C ] long ago sunday when i walked through the alley
on A [ G ] cold winters morning to the [ D ] church house
just to shovel some [ G ] snow

[ G ] i heard sirens on the train tracks howl naked , gettin nuder
an [ C ] alter boy had been hit by a local comuter
just from [ G ] walking with his back turned
to A [ D ] train that was coming so [ G ] slow [ G7 ]

you can [ C ] gaze out the window get mad and get maddEr
throw your [ G ] hands in the air and say what does it matter
but it [ D ] don’t do no good to get [ C ] angry so help me i [ G ] know [ G7 ]
for A [ C ] heart stained with anger grows weak and grows bitter
you [ G ] become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there
wrapped up in A [ D ] trap of your very [ C ] own chain of [ G ] sorrow

[ G ] i’ve been brought down to zero pulled out and put back there
i sat [ C ] on a park bench kissed the girl with the black hair
and my [ G ] head shouted down to my heart you [ D ] better look out [ G ] below

[ G ] well it ain’t such a long drop don’t stammer , don’t studder
from the [ C ] diamonds in the sidewalk to the dirt in the gutter
you’ll be [ G ] carrying those bruises to [ D ] remind you wherever [ G ] you go

you can [ C ] gaze out the window get mad and get maddEr
throw your [ G ] hands in the air and say what does it matter
but it [ D ] don’t do no good to get [ C ] angry so help me i [ G ] know [ G7 ]
for A [ C ] heart stained with anger grows weak and grows bitter
you [ G ] become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there
wrapped up in A [ D ] trap of your very [ C ] own chain of [ G ] sorrow

[ G ] my heart’s in the ice house come hill or come valley
like A [ C ] long ago sunday when i walked through the alley
on A [ G ] cold winters morning to the [ D ] church house
just to shovel some [ G ] snow

[ G ] i heard sirens on the train tracks howl naked , gettin nuder
an [ C ] alter boy had been hit by a local comuter
just from [ G ] walking with his back turned
to A [ D ] train that was coming so [ G ] slow [ G7 ]

you can [ C ] gaze out the window get mad and get maddEr
throw your [ G ] hands in the air and say what does it matter
but it [ D ] don’t do no good to get [ C ] angry so help me i [ G ] know [ G7 ]
for A [ C ] heart stained with anger grows weak and grows bitter
you [ G ] become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there
wrapped up in A [ D ] trap of your very [ C ] own chain of [ G ] sorrow