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[Intro]G C G C[Estrofa]GMy heart's in the ice house come hill or come valleyCLike a long ago Sunday when I walked through the alleyG DOn a cold winters morning to the church houseG G7Just to shovel some snow[Estrofa]GI heard sirens on the train tracks, howl naked, gettin nuderCAn alter boy had been hit by a local commuterGJust from walking with his back turnedD G G7To a train that was coming so slow[Estribillo]CYou can gaze out the window get mad and get madderGThrow your hands in the air and say what does it matterD C G G7But it don't do no good to get angry so help me I knowCFor a heart stained with anger grows weak and grows bitterGYou become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit thereD C GWrapped up in a trap of your very own chain of sorrow[Estrofa]GI've been brought down to zero pulled out and put back thereCI sat on a park bench kissed the girl with the black hairG D GAnd my head shouted down to my heart you better look out below[Estrofa]GWell it ain't such a long drop don't stammer, don't stutterCFrom the diamonds in the sidewalk to the dirt in the gutterG D G G7You'll be carrying those bruises to remind you wherever you go[Estribillo]CYou can gaze out the window get mad and get madderGThrow your hands in the air and say what does it matterD C G G7But it don't do no good to get angry so help me I knowCFor a heart stained with anger grows weak and grows bitterGYou become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit thereD C GWrapped up in a trap of your very own chain of sorrow[Estrofa]GMy heart's in the ice house come hill or come valleyCLike a long ago Sunday when I walked through the alleyG DOn a cold winters morning to the church houseG G7Just to shovel some snow[Estrofa]GI heard sirens on the train tracks, howl naked, gettin nuderCAn alter boy had been hit by a local commuterGJust from walking with his back turnedD G G7To a train that was coming so slow[Estribillo]CYou can gaze out the window get mad and get madderGThrow your hands in the air and say what does it matterD C G G7But it don't do no good to get angry so help me I knowCFor a heart stained with anger grows weak and grows bitterGYou become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit thereD C GWrapped up in a trap of your very own chain of sorrow