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Bruised Orange

  • Автор: Prine John
  • Текст песни:
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    #This file is the author’s own work and represents their interpretation of the#
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    Date: Sun, 29 Mar 1998 19:22:16 -0500
    From: Ray Allis 
    Subject: CRD:p/prine_john/bruised_orange.crd
    
    BRUISED ORANGE
    by John Prine
    interpreted by Ray Allis
    
       G
       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
              C
       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
            G
       on a cold winters morning
    2) and my head shouted down
              D
       to the church house
    2) to my heart
                           G
       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
          C
       an alter boy had been hit
    2) from the diamonds in the sidewalk
    
       by a local comuter
    2) to the dirt in the gutter
                 G
       just from walking with his back turned
    2) you’ll be carrying those bruises
            D
       to a train
    2) to remind you
                          G     G7
       that was coming so slow
    2) wherever you go
    
       (CHORUS)
               C
       You can gaze out the window
    
       get mad and get madder
                  G
       throw your hands in the air
    
       and say what does it matter
              D
       but it don’t do no good
              C
       to get angry
                    G      G7
       so help me I know
             C
       for a heart stained with anger
    
       grows weak and grows bitter
           G
       you become your own prisoner
    
       as you watch yourself sit there
                       D
       wrapped up in a trap
                    C
       of your very own
                G
       chain of sorrow
    
    3) (Repeat first verse and chorus)
    
    
    Please send corrections or suggestions.
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