Chords for Bruised Orange - John Prine 1980 (stereo)

Remember I told you about that Gibson Hummingbird I had, the second guitar I ever had?
The first really good one.
It cost me like, jeez, it cost [G] $250.
They took the money off of it because it was a thing.
It'd sit in a window of the store and the [B] sun would kind of ruin the finish [F] on it.
So I didn't have [F#] $250.
I got this job at this [N] church over here, and they pay me $50 a month, I think.
I'd have to go in on Saturdays and dust the pews.
You gotta dust the pews.
Especially in the summertime.
A lot of people, for some reason, didn't go to church in the summer.
They had other things to do.
[G#] So the pews get real dusty.
Somebody's gotta [G] dust them.
So that was me.
[E] In the wintertime, I'd have to go over there and shovel the snow up.
[N] I was going over there one time.
I wrote that song, Blue Orange.
[F#] That song happened to be_
I was going over there, [C] I guess it had snowed real late on a Saturday night.
They called me up real [C#] early Sunday morning, like [Gm] 5 in the morning, to get over here.
They wanted [G] me to [N] shovel snow up because of the early service.
[G] If the [B] people in the congregation came over and one of them slipped and busted their tail,
then they'd sue the church for all the money they'd been given in all these years.
It was a vicious circle, doesn't matter where it goes.
[F] I was on my way over here, and I got close to here.
I heard a bunch of sirens over on the northwestern tracks over there.
The only people that was out that time of morning was [N] newsboys,
guys just doing a job like me, or else altar [F] boys.
A lot of churches around here.
Some kid had been walking along, [G] I guess it was his head, just in a cloud,
and had a daydream, [E] and the train hit him.
[G#] It really messed him up bad.
He couldn't even recognize him [A] for a while.
[G] But that's like, you know how that song goes,
my heart's [Cm] in the highest house, [D] come hill or come [Bm] valley.
Like a long ago Sunday [N] when I walked through this alley over here,
on a cold winter's morning to that church house just to shovel snow off that [B] sidewalk,
I heard sirens on that train track.
[D#] Over there?
[N]
Hal Naked get neutered, an altar boy that's been hit by a local commuter
that's been walking with his back turned to the train. _
_ [A#] _ [A] _ _ _ [D] _ _ [C#] _
[A] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ _
My heart's in the highest house, come hill or [C#m] come valley.
[D] Like a long ago Sunday when I walked through [C#m] this alley [A] on a cold [E] winter's morning
to a church house [A] just to shovel some snow.
_ [F#m] I heard [A] sirens on that train track, Hal Naked get [D] neutered,
an altar boy [Bm] that's been hit by a local [A] commuter just been walking with [E] his back turned to the [G#m] train
that was [A] coming so slow.
_ [D] You can gaze out the [Bm] window, get [D] a knife and get [A] a medicine through your hands and the eyes,
say what does it [E] matter, but it don't do no good [Bm] to get [E] angry, [A] say okay, I know.
_ [D] My heart's stained with [Bm] anger, grows weak and grows [A] pretty,
you'll [E] become your own [A] prisoner as you watch yourself sit there,
[E] wrapped up in a trance, [E] your [Bm] very own [A] chamber of sorrow. _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ _ I've been brought [F#m] down to zero, [A] pulled out and put back there.
[D] I sat [Bm] on a park bench, I kissed a girl with the black [A] hair,
and my head [E] shattered down to my heart, you better look [A] out below.
_ _ It ain't [F#m] such a long drive, [A] don't stammer, don't stutter,
[D] from the diamonds [G#] in the sidewalk [Bm] to the dirty hand in the gutter,
[A] and you'll carry those bruises [E] to remind [G#m] you wherever [A] you go.
_ [D] You can gaze out the window, get a knife and get a medicine [A] through your hands and the eyes,
say what does it matter, [E] but it don't do no good [Bm] to get angry, [E] say okay, [A] I know.
_ _ [D] My heart's stained with anger, [Bm] grows weak and [D] grows pretty,
[A] you'll become your [E] own prisoner [A] as you watch [E] yourself sit there,
wrapped up in a trance, your very own [F#] chain of [A] sorrow. _ _ _ _
[E] _ [A] _ [C#m] _ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ [E] _ [C#m] _ [A] _ _ _ The hearts in the ice house, come here, he'll all come there,
[Bm] like a long ago Sunday, when I walked through the [A] alley on a cool winter's morning,
[E] to a church house just to [A] shovel some snow.
_ _ I heard sirens on the train tracks, how they could get new,
[D] and an altar boy has been hit by a local [A] commuter,
just from walking with his [E] back turned to the train that was [A] coming so slow.
_ _ [D] You can gaze out the window, get a knife and get a [A] medicine through your hands and the eyes,
say what does it [E] matter, but it don't do no good to get angry, say [A] okay, I know.
_ _ [D] My heart's stained with [Bm] anger, grows weak and grows [A] pretty,
you'll become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit [E] there,
wrapped up in a trance, your very own chain [A] of sorrow. _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [F#m] _ [A] _
_ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _
[F#m] _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ [A] _ _