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Words + Music © John Prine / Sour Grapes Music
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V1
As the cafe was closing on a warm summer night
And Cathy was cleaning the spoons
A radio played the hit parade
And I hummed along with the tune
She asked me to change the station
Said the song just drove her insane
Well it weren’t just the music playing
It was me she was trying to blame
CHORUS
And the sky is black and still now
On the hill where the angels sing
Ain’t it funny how an old broken bottle
Can look just like a diamond ring
And it’s far far from me
V2
Well I leaned on my left leg in the parking lot dirt
And Cathy was closing the lights
A June bug flew from the warmth he once knew
And I wished for once I weren’t right
We used to laugh together
And we’d dance to any old song
Well you know she still laughs with me
But she waits just a second too long
CHORUS
And the sky is black and still now
On the hill where the angels sing
Ain’t it funny how an old broken bottle
Can look just like a diamond ring
And it’s far far from me
V3
Well I started the engine and I gave it some gas
And Cathy was closing her purse
We hadn’t gone far in my beat up old car
And I was prepared for the worst
Will you still see me tomorrow?
No I’ve got too much to do
A question ain’t really a question
If you know the answer too
CHORUS
And the sky is black and still now
On the hill where the angels sing
Ain’t it funny how an old broken bottle
Can look just like a diamond ring
And it’s far far from me
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