Lyrics Bruised Orange (Chain of Sorrow).lrc John Prine
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[ar: John Prine]
[al: Bruised Orange]
[ti: Bruised Orange (Chain of Sorrow)]
[length: 05:21]
[00:04.38]My heart’s in the ice house, come hill or come valley
[00:08.32]Like a long ago Sunday when I walked through the alley
[00:12.86]On a cold winter’s morning to a church house
[00:15.80]Just to shovel some snow
[00:20.67]I heard sirens on the train track howl naked getting neutered
[00:25.13]An altar boy’s been hit by a local commuter
[00:29.36]Just from walking with his back turned
[00:31.66]To the train that was coming so slow
[00:37.71]You can gaze out the window, get mad and get madder
[00:42.09]Throw your hands in the air, say ‘What does it matter?’
[00:45.93]But it don’t do no good to get angry
[00:49.32]So help me, I know
[00:54.47]For a heart stained in anger grows weak and grows bitter
[00:58.62]You become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there
[01:03.23]Wrapped up in a trap of your very own
[01:06.54]Chain of sorrow
[01:12.66]
[01:27.83]I’ve been brought down to zero, pulled out and put back there
[01:32.69]I sat on a park bench, kissed the girl with the black hair
[01:36.59]And my head shouted down to my heart
[01:39.69]You better look out below
[01:44.96]Hey, it ain’t such a long drop don’t stammer don’t stutter
[01:49.06]From the diamonds in the sidewalk to the dirt in the gutter
[01:53.63]And you carry those bruises to remind you wherever you go
[02:01.74]You can gaze out the window, get mad and get madder
[02:05.94]Throw your hands in the air, say ‘What does it matter?’
[02:10.12]But it don’t do no good to get angry
[02:13.37]So help me, I know
[02:18.48]For a heart stained in anger grows weak and grows bitter
[02:23.00]You become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there
[02:27.04]Wrapped up in a trap of your very own
[02:30.41]Chain of sorrow
[02:35.25]
[02:52.67]My heart’s in the ice house, come hill or come valley
[02:56.86]Like a long ago Sunday when I walked through the alley
[03:01.37]On a cold winter’s morning to a church house
[03:04.57]Just to shovel some snow
[03:09.43]I heard sirens on the train track howl naked getting nuder
[03:14.10]An altar boy’s been hit by a local commuter
[03:18.33]Just from walking with his back turned
[03:20.40]To the train that was coming so slow
[03:26.52]You can gaze out the window, get mad and get madder
[03:31.13]Throw your hands in the air, say ‘What does it matter?’
[03:35.14]But it don’t do no good to get angry
[03:38.24]So help me, I know
[03:43.51]For a heart stained in anger grows weak and grows bitter
[03:48.26]You become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there
[03:52.28]Wrapped up in a trap of your very own
[03:55.66]Chain of sorrow
[05:18.79]Year of Release: 1978