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Bruised Orange

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John Prine

Version
studio
published by
inthisworld
Tone
A-
A+
Slide
A -> La
Video
[Capo on 2]
Chords
	 
[Intro]
G C G C
[Verse]
G
My heart's in the ice house come hill or come valley
C
Like a long ago Sunday when I walked through the alley
G D
On a cold winters morning to the church house
G G7
Just to shovel some snow
[Verse]
G
I heard sirens on the train tracks, howl naked, gettin nuder
C
An alter boy had been hit by a local commuter
G
Just from walking with his back turned
D G G7
To a 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 and say what does it matter
D C G G7
But it don't do no good to get angry so help me I know
C
For a heart stained with anger grows weak and grows bitter
G
You become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there
D C G
Wrapped up in a trap of your very own chain of sorrow
[Verse]
G
I've been brought down to zero pulled out and put back there
C
I sat on a park bench kissed the girl with the black hair
G D G
And my head shouted down to my heart you better look out below
[Verse]
G
Well it ain't such a long drop don't stammer, don't stutter
C
From the diamonds in the sidewalk to the dirt in the gutter
G D G G7
You'll be carrying those bruises to remind you wherever you go
[Chorus]
C
You can gaze out the window get mad and get madder
G
Throw your hands in the air and say what does it matter
D C G G7
But it don't do no good to get angry so help me I know
C
For a heart stained with anger grows weak and grows bitter
G
You become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there
D C G
Wrapped up in a trap of your very own chain of sorrow
[Verse]
G
My heart's in the ice house come hill or come valley
C
Like a long ago Sunday when I walked through the alley
G D
On a cold winters morning to the church house
G G7
Just to shovel some snow
[Verse]
G
I heard sirens on the train tracks, howl naked, gettin nuder
C
An alter boy had been hit by a local commuter
G
Just from walking with his back turned
D G G7
To a 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 and say what does it matter
D C G G7
But it don't do no good to get angry so help me I know
C
For a heart stained with anger grows weak and grows bitter
G
You become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there
D C G
Wrapped up in a trap of your very own chain of sorrow