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son - my little 28-year-old son! 
Well, you were born by now, because you were born about five o'clock in the morning. 
Er... you'll have a lovely
It's five o'clock
and I walk through the empty streets
thoughts fill my head
but then still
No one speaks to me
My mind takes me back
something tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve but I don't care
It's five o'clock somewhere

Well this
and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve, but I don't care
It's five o'clock somewhere

This lunch break is gonna take all
A pistol shot at five o'clock
The bells of heaven ring
Tell me what you done it for
No I won't tell you a thing

Yesterday I begged you
Before I hit
and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve, but I don't care
It's five o'clock somewhere

This lunch break is gonna take all
It's five o'clock
and I walk through the empty streets
thoughts fill my head
but then still
No one speaks to me
My mind takes me back
coming, still no stopping 
Break to check the clock at three 
They're right on where they want to be 
Four o'clock get up and going 
Five o'clock that
They're right on where they want to be
And four o'clock get up and going
Five o'clock that rooster's crowing

Yeah ain't going down
'Til the sun comes up
something tall and strong.
Make it a hurricane, before I go insane.
It's only half past twelve. But I don't care,
It's five o'clock somewhere.

This
You might think it's a one- horse town
No traffic lights, one roundabout
Beccy runs the corner shop
Shuts the door at five o'clock

You might think
at three
They're right on where they want to be
Four o'clock get up and going
Five o'clock that rooster's crowing

Ain't going down 'til the sun comes up
It's 5 o'clock in the morning
Conversation got boring
You said you're going to bed soon
So I snuck off to your bedroom
And I thought I'd just
Club closed at six, left around four thirty yeah so by the time I'm at your crib
(It's 5 o'clock in the morning)
And you yawning, but I've been drinking
something tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve but I don't care
It's five o'clock somewhere

Well this
Working in the coal mine
Going down down down
Working in the coal mine
Whoop about to slip down

Five o'clock in the morning
I'm already up
somethin' tall an' strong,
Make it a "Hurricane" before I go insane.
It's only half-past twelve but I don't care.
It's five o'clock somewhere.

Oh, this
Five o' clock, fade away the shadows
Leaving by the window or the door
And they're laughing
Laughing at you anyway
Yeah they're laughing
Laughing
the plane
Nothing
Not one single word
It must come this morning or I'll go insane
I'll go insane

Now it's been almost five days
Could she have sent it by air
tall an' strong
Make it a "Hurricane" before I go insane
It's only half-past twelve but I don't care
It's five o'clock somewhere

Oh, this lunch
for me
Club closed at 6, left around 4:30
Yeah so by the time I'm at your crib...
(It's 5 o'clock in the morning)
And you yawning, but I've been
for me
Club closed at 6, left around 4:30
Yeah so by the time I'm at your crib...
(It's 5 o'clock in the morning)
And you yawning, but I've been
Well, it's five o'clock in the morning
Feel just like the end of a mule
Somebody's been yawning
Trying to break out the rules.

Yes, it's high
Wednesday morning at five o'clock
As the day begins
Silently closing her bedroom door
Leaving the note that she hoped would say more

She goes
four o'clock to five
Now, he's sneaky and he'll smile on
Right at you pretend to lick your boots
And all the while he'd be thinking
How to rip your