John Prine – Far From Me (Guitar)

       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 along 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

        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 it's far, far from me

        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

        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 it's far, far from me

        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

        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 it's far, far from me