BRUISED ORANGE by John Prine interpreted by Ray Allis My heart's in the ice house 2) I've been brought down to zero come hill or come valley 2) pulled out and put back there like a long ago Sunday 2) I sat on a park bench when I walked through the alley 2) kissed the girl with the black hair on a cold winters morning 2) and my head shouted down to the church house 2) to my heart just to shovel some snow 2) you better look out below I heard sirens on the train tracks 2) Well it ain't such a long drop howl naked , gettin nuder 2) don't stammer, don't studder an alter boy had been hit 2) from the diamonds in the sidewalk by a local comuter 2) to the dirt in the gutter just from walking with his back turned 2) you'll be carrying those bruises to a train 2) to remind you that was coming so slow 2) wherever you go (CHORUS) You can gaze out the window get mad and get madder throw your hands in the air and say what does it matter but it don't do no good to get angry so help me I know for a heart stained with 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 3) (Repeat first verse and chorus) Please send corrections or suggestions.