Bruised Orange Chain Of Sorrow

Tom : A
A D

[Verse 1]
[Refrão]
A
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 E
On a cold winter's morning to a church house
A
Just to shovel some snow

[Próxima Parte]
A
I heard sirens on the train track howl naked gettin' under
D
An altar boy's been hit by a local commuter
A E
Just from walking with his back turned to the train
A
That was coming so slow

[Chorus]
D
You can gaze out the window, get mad and get madder
A
Throw you hands in the air, say "What does it matter?"
E
But it don't do no good to get angry
A
So help me I know
D
For a heart stained in anger grows weak and grows bitter
A
You become your own prisoner
E
As you watch yourself sit there wrapped up in a trap
A
Of your very own chain of sorrow

[Verse 2]
A
I been brought down to zero, pulled out and put back there
D
I sat on the park bench, kissed the girl with the black hair
A E
And my head shouted down to my heart:
A
"You better look out below"
A
Hey, it ain't such a long drop, don't stammer, don't stutter
D
From the diamonds in the sidewalk to the dirt in the gutter
A E
And you carry those bruises to remind you
A
Wherever you go

[Chorus]
D
You can gaze out the window, get mad and get madder
A
Throw your hands in the air, say "What does it matter?"

[Instrumental]
A D A E (2x)

[Ending]
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