[Intro]
C
[Strophe]
       C        F 
As the cafe was closing 
                 G 
On a warm summer night 
    F         G            C 
And Cathy was cleaning the spoons 
    F                C 
The radio played the hit parade 
    D                        G 
And I hummed a long with the tune 
    F                      C 
She asked me to change the station 
         F                     G 
Said the song just drove her insane 
       C                      F 
But it weren't just the music playing 
       G                         C 
It was me that she was trying to blame.
[Refrain]
        F                C 
And the sky is black and still now 
       F                     G 
On the hill where the angels sing 
         F                       C 
Ain't it funny how an old broken bottle 
      C           G       C 
Looks just like a diamond ring 
        F    G        C 
But its far, far from me
[Strophe]
       C            F 
Well I leaned on my left leg 
                   G 
In the parking lot dirt 
    F         G           C 
And Cathy was closing the lights 
  F                      C 
A june bug flew from the warmth he once knew 
      D                         G 
And I wished for once I weren't right 
       F               C 
Why we used to laugh together 
         F                G 
And we'd dance to any old song. 
        C                     F 
Well ya know she still laughs with me 
        G                       C 
But she waits just a second too long.
[Refrain]
        F                C 
And the sky is black and still now 
       F                     G 
On the hill where the angels sing 
         F                       C 
Ain't it funny how an old broken bottle 
      C           G       C 
Looks just like a diamond ring 
        F    G        C 
But its far, far from me
[Strophe]
       C           F 
Well I started the engine 
                   G 
And I gave it some gas 
    F         G           C 
And Cathy was closing her purse 
        F                     C 
Well we hadn't gone far in my beat up old car 
    D                      G 
And I was prepared for the worst. 
F                       C 
Will you still see me tomorrow?  
F                    G 
No I got too much to do. 
       C                       F 
Well a question ain't really a question 
       G               C 
If you know the answer too.
[Refrain]
        F                C 
And the sky is black and still now 
       F                     G 
On the hill where the angels sing 
         F                       C 
Ain't it funny how an old broken bottle 
      C           G       C 
Looks just like a diamond ring 
        F    G        C 
But its far, far from me