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)
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