BRUISED ORANGE (CHAIN OF SORROW)
John Prine - A (Capo 2)


G
 My heart''s in the ice house come hill or come valley
        C
 Like a long ago Sunday when I walked thru the alley
      G                          D
 On a cold winter''s morning to a church house
                     G
 Just to shovel some snow

 I heard sirens on the train track, howl naked gettin'' nuder

 An altar boy''s been hit by a local commuter

 Just from walking with his back turned to the 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, say what does it matter
         D                                           G
 But, it don''t do no good to get angry, so help me I know
       C
 For a heart stained in anger grows weak and grows bitter
       G
 You become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there
         D                                         G
 Wrapped up in a trap of your very own chain of sorrow


 I been brought down to zero, pulled out and put back there
 I sat on a park bench, kissed the girl with the black hair
 And my head shouted down to my heart you better look out below
 Hey, it ain''t such a long drop, don''t stammer, don''t stutter
 From the diamonds in the sidewalk to the dirt in the gutter
 And you carry those bruises to remind you wherever you go

Chorus

Repeat 1st verse and Chorus