Bruised Orange[Chain Of Sorrow] (LP Version)-John Prine

歌手 : John Prine

专辑 : Bruised Orange

语种 : 英语

时长 : 05:21

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TXT Bruised Orange[Chain Of Sorrow] (LP Version)-John Prine 文本歌词

Bruised Orange (LP Version) - 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