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By John Prine Submitted by Zerch Date: 2001 Jul 01 Comment on this Work [[2001.07.01.03.51.5941]] |
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I've 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!" It ain't such a long drop dont stammer don't stutter From the dimonds in the sidewalk to the dirt in the gutter And you carry those bruises to remind you where ever you go. 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'll become your own prisioner As you watch yourself there Wrapped up in a trap Of your very own Chain of sorrow. |