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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
John Prine
Vocals
Gene Chrisman
Drums
Reggie Young
Lead Guitar
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
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