Chain of Sorrow - John Prine - 50 bpm

My 
G
heart's in the 

ice house come 

hill or come 

valley

Liike a 
C
long ago 

Sunday when I 

walked through the 

alley

on a 
G
cold winter's 

morning to a 
D
church house just to 

shovel some 
G
snow

I heard 
G
sirens on the 

train tracks, a howl 

naked getting 

nudder

An 
C
altar boy's 

been hit by a 

local 

commuter

Just from 
G
walking with his 

back turned to the 
D
train that was 

comming so 
G
slow

G7

	You can 
C
gaze out the 

window, get 

mad and get 

madder

	Throw your 
G
hands in the 

air, say 

what does it 

matter

	But it 
D
don't do no 

good to get 
D7
angry, so 

help me I 
G
know

G7

	For a 
C
hear stained with 

anger grows 

weak and grows 

bitter

	You be
G
come your own 

prisoner as you 

watch yourself 

sit there

	Wrapped 
D
up in a 

trap of your 
D7
very own 

chain of sor
G
row

I been 
G
brought down to 

zero, pulled 

out and put 

back there

 
C
Sat on a 

park bench, kissed the 

girl with the 

black hair

And my 
G
heaed shoputed 

down to my 
D
heart, you better 

lookout be
G
low

Well it 
G
ain't such a 

long drop, don't 

stammer don't 

stutter

From the 
C
diamonds in the 

sidewalk to the 

dirt in the 

gutter

And you 
G
carry those 

bruises to re
D
mind you wher

ever you 
G
go

G7

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repeat first verse

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