Listen to Far From Me by John Prine

Far From Me

John Prine

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John Prine - Far From Me (Live From Sessions at West 54th)

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

John Prine

Vocals

Gene Chrisman

Drums

Reggie Young

Lead Guitar

John Christopher

John Christopher

Rhythm Guitar

Bobby Emmons

Organ

Leo LeBlanc

Pedal Steel Guitar

Bobby Wood

Piano

Heyward Bishop

Percussion

Mike Leech

Bass

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

John Prine

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Arif Mardin

Producer

Dale "Smitty" Smith

Dale "Smitty" Smith

Assistant Engineer

Ryan Smith

Mastering Engineer

Stan Kesler

Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

As the café was closing

On a warm summer night

And Cathy was cleaning the spoons

The radio played the hit parade

And I hummed a long with the tune

[Verse 2]

She asked me to change the station

Said the song just drove her insane

But it weren't just the music playing

It was me that she was trying to blame

[Verse 3]

And the sky is black and still now

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

[Verse 4]

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

[Verse 5]

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 to long

[Verse 6]

And the sky is black and still now

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

[Verse 7]

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

[Verse 8]

"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

[Verse 9]

And the sky is black and still now

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

Written by: John Prine

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