Chords for John Prine Lyrics- Bruised Orange/Chain of Sorrow
Tempo:
113.9 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[E] [A]
My heart's in the ice house, coming hill or come valley, [E] [D] like a long ago Sunday when I walked through the [Em] alley [A] on a cold winter's morning [E] to the church house just to shovel [A] some snow.
[Ab] I [A] heard sirens on the train track, howling naked, getting [D] neutered.
An altar boy's been hit by a local commuter [A] just from walking with his back turned [E] to the train that was coming [A] so slow.
You [D] can gaze out the window, get mad and get a matter, [A] throw your hands in the air, say what does it matter, [E] but it don't do no good to get angry, so help me [A] I know.
[Em] [D] Boy, heart's stained in anger, grows weak and grows giddy, [A] you'll become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there [E] wrapped up in a trap of your very own chain of [A] sorrow.
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I've been brought down to zero, pulled out and put back in.
[D] I sat on a park bench, kissed a girl with the black hair [A] and the head shot her down to [E] my heart, you better look out [A] below.
It ain't such a long drought, don't stammer, don't stutter, from [D] the diamonds in the sidewalk to the dirt in the gutter [A] and you carry those bruises [E] to remind you wherever [A] you go.
You can [D] gaze out the window, get mad and get a matter, [A] throw your hands in the air, say what does it matter, but [E] it don't do no good to get angry, so help me I [A] know.
Boy, [D] heart's stained in anger, grows weak and grows giddy, [A] you'll become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there [E] wrapped up in a trap of your very own chain of [A] sorrow.
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My heart's in the ice house, come hill or come valley, [D] like a long ago Sunday when I walked through the alley [A] on a cold winter's morning [E] to a church house just to shovel [A] some snow.
I heard sirens on the train track, howl niggas getting neutered, [D] and all the boys down hit by a local commuter [A] just from walking with his back turned [E] to the train that was coming [A] so slow.
You [D] can gaze out the window, get mad and get a matter, [A] throw your hands in the air, say what does it matter, [E] but it don't do no good to get angry, so help me [A] I know.
[D] Boy, heart's stained in anger, grows weak and grows giddy, [A] you'll become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit [E] there wrapped up in a trap of your very own chain of [A] sorrow.
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My heart's in the ice house, coming hill or come valley, [E] [D] like a long ago Sunday when I walked through the [Em] alley [A] on a cold winter's morning [E] to the church house just to shovel [A] some snow.
[Ab] I [A] heard sirens on the train track, howling naked, getting [D] neutered.
An altar boy's been hit by a local commuter [A] just from walking with his back turned [E] to the train that was coming [A] so slow.
You [D] can gaze out the window, get mad and get a matter, [A] throw your hands in the air, say what does it matter, [E] but it don't do no good to get angry, so help me [A] I know.
[Em] [D] Boy, heart's stained in anger, grows weak and grows giddy, [A] you'll become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there [E] wrapped up in a trap of your very own chain of [A] sorrow.
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[Bm] [A] [E]
[Bm] [A]
I've been brought down to zero, pulled out and put back in.
[D] I sat on a park bench, kissed a girl with the black hair [A] and the head shot her down to [E] my heart, you better look out [A] below.
It ain't such a long drought, don't stammer, don't stutter, from [D] the diamonds in the sidewalk to the dirt in the gutter [A] and you carry those bruises [E] to remind you wherever [A] you go.
You can [D] gaze out the window, get mad and get a matter, [A] throw your hands in the air, say what does it matter, but [E] it don't do no good to get angry, so help me I [A] know.
Boy, [D] heart's stained in anger, grows weak and grows giddy, [A] you'll become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there [E] wrapped up in a trap of your very own chain of [A] sorrow.
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My heart's in the ice house, come hill or come valley, [D] like a long ago Sunday when I walked through the alley [A] on a cold winter's morning [E] to a church house just to shovel [A] some snow.
I heard sirens on the train track, howl niggas getting neutered, [D] and all the boys down hit by a local commuter [A] just from walking with his back turned [E] to the train that was coming [A] so slow.
You [D] can gaze out the window, get mad and get a matter, [A] throw your hands in the air, say what does it matter, [E] but it don't do no good to get angry, so help me [A] I know.
[D] Boy, heart's stained in anger, grows weak and grows giddy, [A] you'll become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit [E] there wrapped up in a trap of your very own chain of [A] sorrow.
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_ My heart's in the ice house, coming hill or come valley, [E] [D] like a long ago Sunday when I walked through the [Em] alley [A] on a cold winter's morning [E] to the church house just to shovel [A] some snow. _ _ _ _
[Ab] I [A] heard sirens on the train track, howling naked, getting _ [D] neutered.
An altar boy's been hit by a local commuter [A] just from walking with his back turned [E] to the train that was coming [A] so slow. _ _ _ _
You [D] can gaze out the window, get mad and get a matter, [A] throw your hands in the air, say what does it matter, [E] but it don't do no good to get angry, so help me [A] I know. _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] [D] Boy, heart's stained in anger, grows weak and grows giddy, [A] you'll become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there [E] wrapped up in a trap of your very own chain of [A] sorrow. _ _ _ _ _
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I've been brought down to zero, pulled out and put back in.
[D] I sat on a park bench, kissed a girl with the black hair [A] and the head shot her down to [E] my heart, you better look out [A] below. _ _ _ _ _
It ain't such a long drought, don't stammer, don't stutter, from [D] the diamonds in the sidewalk to the dirt in the gutter [A] and you carry those bruises [E] to remind you wherever [A] you go. _ _ _ _ _
You can [D] gaze out the window, get mad and get a matter, [A] throw your hands in the air, say what does it matter, but [E] it don't do no good to get angry, so help me I [A] know. _ _ _ _ _
Boy, [D] heart's stained in anger, grows weak and grows giddy, [A] you'll become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there [E] wrapped up in a trap _ of your very own chain of [A] sorrow. _ _ _ _ _
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_ My heart's in the ice house, come hill or come valley, [D] like a long ago Sunday when I walked through the alley [A] on a cold winter's morning [E] to a church house just to shovel [A] some snow. _ _ _ _
_ I heard sirens on the train track, howl niggas getting neutered, [D] and all the boys down hit by a local commuter [A] just from walking with his back turned [E] to the train that was coming [A] so slow. _ _ _ _
_ You [D] can gaze out the window, get mad and get a matter, [A] throw your hands in the air, say what does it matter, [E] but it don't do no good to get angry, so help me [A] I know. _ _ _
_ _ [D] Boy, heart's stained in anger, grows weak and grows giddy, [A] you'll become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit [E] there wrapped up in a trap of your very own chain of [A] sorrow. _ _ _ _
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_ My heart's in the ice house, coming hill or come valley, [E] [D] like a long ago Sunday when I walked through the [Em] alley [A] on a cold winter's morning [E] to the church house just to shovel [A] some snow. _ _ _ _
[Ab] I [A] heard sirens on the train track, howling naked, getting _ [D] neutered.
An altar boy's been hit by a local commuter [A] just from walking with his back turned [E] to the train that was coming [A] so slow. _ _ _ _
You [D] can gaze out the window, get mad and get a matter, [A] throw your hands in the air, say what does it matter, [E] but it don't do no good to get angry, so help me [A] I know. _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] [D] Boy, heart's stained in anger, grows weak and grows giddy, [A] you'll become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there [E] wrapped up in a trap of your very own chain of [A] sorrow. _ _ _ _ _
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I've been brought down to zero, pulled out and put back in.
[D] I sat on a park bench, kissed a girl with the black hair [A] and the head shot her down to [E] my heart, you better look out [A] below. _ _ _ _ _
It ain't such a long drought, don't stammer, don't stutter, from [D] the diamonds in the sidewalk to the dirt in the gutter [A] and you carry those bruises [E] to remind you wherever [A] you go. _ _ _ _ _
You can [D] gaze out the window, get mad and get a matter, [A] throw your hands in the air, say what does it matter, but [E] it don't do no good to get angry, so help me I [A] know. _ _ _ _ _
Boy, [D] heart's stained in anger, grows weak and grows giddy, [A] you'll become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there [E] wrapped up in a trap _ of your very own chain of [A] sorrow. _ _ _ _ _
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_ My heart's in the ice house, come hill or come valley, [D] like a long ago Sunday when I walked through the alley [A] on a cold winter's morning [E] to a church house just to shovel [A] some snow. _ _ _ _
_ I heard sirens on the train track, howl niggas getting neutered, [D] and all the boys down hit by a local commuter [A] just from walking with his back turned [E] to the train that was coming [A] so slow. _ _ _ _
_ You [D] can gaze out the window, get mad and get a matter, [A] throw your hands in the air, say what does it matter, [E] but it don't do no good to get angry, so help me [A] I know. _ _ _
_ _ [D] Boy, heart's stained in anger, grows weak and grows giddy, [A] you'll become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit [E] there wrapped up in a trap of your very own chain of [A] sorrow. _ _ _ _
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