Bruised Orange (Chain of Sorrow) - John Prine

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

I heard sirens on the train track

howl 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I heard sirens

on the train track howl 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

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

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