John Prine – Bruised Orange (Guitar)

   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                            D7
On a cold winter's morning to the church house

                    G    
Just to shovel some snow

        G                              
I heard sirens on the train tracks, howl naked, gettin nuder

   C
An alter boy has been hit by a local commuter

          G
Just from walking with his back turned

     D7                       G    G7
To a train that was coming so slow

        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

       D7                                         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'll become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there

        D7                                       G
Wrapped up in a trap of your very own chain of sorrow

          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                       D7                          G     
And my head shouted down to my heart you better look out below

   G                            G7
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                           D7                    G   G7
You'll be carrying those bruises to remind you wherever you go

        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

       D7                                         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'll become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there

        D7                                       G
Wrapped up in a trap of your very own chain of sorrow

   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                           D7
On a cold winters morning to the church house

                    G    
Just to shovel some snow

        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

     D7                       G    G7
To a train that was coming so slow

        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

       D7                                         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'll become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there

        D7                                        G    G7
Wrapped up in a trap of your very own chain of sorrow