Текст (слова) песни: John Prine - Bruised Orange

My hearts in the ice house come hill or come valley

Like a long ago sunday when I walked through the alley

On a cold winters morning to a church house

Just to shovel some snow.

I heard sirens on the train track howl naked gettin nuder,

An altar boys 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 dont 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 aint such a long drop dont stammer dont stutter

From the diamonds in the sidewalk to the dirt in the gutter

And you carry those bruises to remind you wherever you go.

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