Capo 5th/2nd fret


       G           C
As the café was closing
                    D7
On a warm summer night,
C          D7             G
Cathy was cleaning the spoons.
    C           G
The radio played the hit parade,
    A7                        D
And I hummed along with the tune.
    C                         G
She asked me to change the station,
         C                     D
Said the song just drove her insane;
       G                      C
But it weren't just the music playing,
       D          D7         G
It was me she was trying to blame.


        C                  G
And the sky is black and still now
       C                     D
On the hill where the angels sing.
         C                        G
Ain't it funny how an old broken bottle
      G           D7        G
Looks just like a diamond ring?
         C    D7       G
But it's far, far from me.

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. Why 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. And the sky is black and still now Up on the hill where the angels sing. Ain't it funny how an old broken bottle Looks just like a diamond ring? But it's far, far from me. Well, I started the engine And I gave it some gas, And Cathy was closing her purse. Well, 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 got too much to do." Well, a question ain't really a question If you know the answer too. And the sky is black and still now Upon the hill where the angels sing. Ain't it funny how an old broken bottle Looks just like a diamond ring? But it's far, far from me.