John Prine - Bruised orange

^GMy heart's in the ice house come hill or come valley Like a ^Clong ago Sunday when I walked through the alley On a ^Gcold winters morning to the ^Dchurch house Just to shovel some ^Gsnow ^G7

^GI heard sirens on the train tracks, howl naked, gettin nuder An ^Calter boy had been hit by a local commuter Just from ^Gwalking with his back turned To a ^Dtrain that was coming so ^Gslow ^G7

You can ^Cgaze out the window get mad and get madder Throw your ^Ghands in the air and say what does it matter But it ^Ddon't do no good to get ^Cangry so help me I ^Gknow ^G7 For a ^Cheart stained with anger grows weak and grows bitter You ^Gbecome your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there Wrapped up in a ^Dtrap of your very ^Cown chain of ^Gsorrow

^GI've been brought down to zero pulled out and put back there I sat ^Con a park bench kissed the girl with the black hair And my ^Ghead shouted down to my heart you ^Dbetter look out ^Gbelow

^GWell it ain't such a long drop don't stammer, don't stutter From the ^Cdiamonds in the sidewalk to the dirt in the gutter You'll be ^Gcarrying those bruises to ^Dremind you wherever ^Gyou go ^G7

You can ^Cgaze out the window get mad and get madder Throw your ^Ghands in the air and say what does it matter But it ^Ddon't do no good to get ^Cangry so help me I ^Gknow ^G7 For a ^Cheart stained with anger grows weak and grows bitter You ^Gbecome your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there Wrapped up in a ^Dtrap of your very ^Cown chain of ^Gsorrow

^GMy heart's in the ice house come hill or come valley Like a ^Clong ago Sunday when I walked through the alley On a ^Gcold winters morning to the ^Dchurch house Just to shovel some ^Gsnow ^G7

^GI heard sirens on the train tracks, howl naked, gettin nuder An ^Calter boy had been hit by a local commuter Just from ^Gwalking with his back turned To a ^Dtrain that was coming so ^Gslow ^G7

You can ^Cgaze out the window get mad and get madder Throw your ^Ghands in the air and say what does it matter But it ^Ddon't do no good to get ^Cangry so help me I ^Gknow ^G7 For a ^Cheart stained with anger grows weak and grows bitter You ^Gbecome your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there Wrapped up in a ^Dtrap of your very ^Cown chain of ^Gsorrow