| | Bruised Orange (Chain of Sorrows) Lyrics Artist(Band):John Prine
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 naked 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. If you find some error in Bruised Orange (Chain of Sorrows) Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Review the song Bruised Orange (Chain of Sorrows) The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "John Prine" Music | |
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