John Prine Lyrics
"Bruised Orange"
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verse 1
My heart's in the ice house, come hill or come valley
Like a long ago Sunday when I walked through the alley
On a cold winter's morning to a church house
Just to shovel some snow
Like a long ago Sunday when I walked through the alley
On a cold winter's morning to a church house
Just to shovel some snow
verse 2
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
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
verse 3
You can gaze out the window, get mad and get madder
Throw your hands in the air, say what does it matter?
But it don't do no good to get angry so help me, I know
Throw your hands in the air, say what does it matter?
But it don't do no good to get angry so help me, I know
verse 4
For a heart stained in anger grows weak and grows bitter
You become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there
Wrapped up in a trap of your very own chain of sorrow
You become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there
Wrapped up in a trap of your very own chain of sorrow
verse 5
I've 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"
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"
verse 6
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
From the diamonds in the sidewalk to the dirt in the gutter
And you carry those bruises to remind you wherever you go
verse 7
You can gaze out the window, get mad and get madder
Throw your hands in the air, say what does it matter?
But it don't do no good to get angry so help me, I know
Throw your hands in the air, say what does it matter?
But it don't do no good to get angry so help me, I know
verse 8
For a heart stained in anger grows weak and grows bitter
You become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there
Wrapped up in a trap of your very own chain of sorrow
You become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there
Wrapped up in a trap of your very own chain of sorrow
verse 9
My heart's in the ice house, come hill or come valley
Like a long ago Sunday when I walked through the alley
On a cold winter's morning to a church house
Just to shovel some snow
Like a long ago Sunday when I walked through the alley
On a cold winter's morning to a church house
Just to shovel some snow
verse 10
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
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
verse 11
You can gaze out the window, get mad and get madder
Throw your hands in the air, say what does it matter?
But it don't do no good to get angry so help me, I know
Throw your hands in the air, say what does it matter?
But it don't do no good to get angry so help me, I know
verse 12
For a heart stained in anger grows weak and grows bitter
You become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there
Wrapped up in a trap of your very own chain of sorrow
You become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there
Wrapped up in a trap of your very own chain of sorrow