Chords for John Prine : Bruised Orange

[C] There's a new song, it's called, uh, I don't really know what to call [G] it.
_ [C] It's [G] about when I was, uh, I was about 14, [Gm] I was dusting pews in a church.
I got, uh, 50 bucks a month for it, [Ab] to dust the pews and wax the cross and cut the lawn and snow the shovel, [G] shovel the snow.
That's why I lost the job, [C] I guess.
Couldn't [G] get it right.
[C] _ Only on Sunday mornings, like if they had a real big snow on Saturday night, they'd give old John a call.
I'd say, come shovel some snow, kid.
_ I was walking down there one morning, [Am] only other people out on [Gm] the street.
That early was altar boys going to all different [C] churches.
One of them got hit by a train one day and_
Didn't mean it as a joke. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] Right where this park bench sat by the, [C] close to railroad tracks,
this [G] kid got hit, and he got hit pretty bad, nobody could recognize him.
There was about 10 or 11 mothers standing around in a circle.
[Ab] Didn't know whose altar [C] boy it was, and they, uh, [G] was [Ab] all grieving.
And then they told us one woman it was her son.
[Ab] I'll never forget the looks on those [G] other women's faces.
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [G] _
_ [C] _ _ _ My heart's in the ass house, comey, hello, come back.
[F] Like a long-ago Sunday, when I walked [C] through the alley.
Only cool weather this morning, [G] through a church house, just to shovel [C] some snow.
_ _ Heard sirens on the train tracks, howling they could get neutered.
[F] An altar boy's been hit by a local [Dm] commuter, [C] just from walking.
With his back turned [G] to a train that was coming [C] so slow.
_ _ [F] You could gaze out the window, get a mad and [C] get a madder.
Throw your hands in the air, see what does [G] it matter.
But it don't do no good, you get angry.
So help me, [C] I know.
_ _ [F] Oh, a heart slain in anger, grows weak and grows thinner.
[C] You become your own prisoner, as you watch yourself sitting [G] wrapped up in a trap.
Your very own chain of [C] sorrow. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _
_ [C] _ _ _ All been brought down to zero, pulled out to put you back in.
[F] Sat on the park bench, kissed a girl [C] with the black hair.
But he had shot it down to [G] my heart, you better look [C] out below.
_ _ It ain't such a long drive, don't stammer, don't stutter.
[F] From the diamonds in the sidewalk, to the dirt in the [C] gutter.
And you carry those [G] bruises to remind you, wherever [C] you go.
_ _ [F] You could gaze out the window, get a mad and get a [C] madder.
Throw your hands in the air, see what does it matter.
[G] But it don't do no good, you get angry.
So help [C] me, I know.
_ _ [F] Oh, a heart slain in anger, grows weak and grows thinner.
[C] You become your own prisoner, as you watch yourself sitting [G] wrapped up in a trap.
Your very own chain [C] of sorrow. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _
_ [C] _ _ _ Like a silly ass house, come here, old come daddy.
[F] Like a long ago Sunday, when I walked [D] through the alley, [C] all the cold winter morning.
[G] So at your chest, just a shovel of [C] snow.
_ _ I heard sirens on the train tracks, how they could get near.
[F] Now the boy has been hit by a local [Dm] computer.
[C] Just from walking with his back [G] turned to the train, that was coming [C] so slow.
You _ [F] could gaze out the window, get a mad and get a madder.
[C] Throw your hands in the air, see what does it matter.
[G] But it don't do no good, you get angry.
So help me, [C] I know.
_ _ [F] Oh, a heart slain in anger, grows weak and grows thinner.
[C] You become your own prisoner, as you watch yourself sitting [G] wrapped up in a trap.
Your very own chain of [C] sorrow. Oh. _ _ _ _ _
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