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or five miles out-a the city limit
I give her about thirty minutes to get home
Can ya dig it fellas?
Three o'clock come, still no wife
Four
make my five o'clock shadow come around at one.
You can bet your boots had walked for miles, through the snow
Just to see her tooth faced smile they
Come down from the mountain
Come down to the plains
And we bring all we culture
Oil bucket and chains, chains, chains
Bois man on the road
4 o'clock, 5
away
At five I must have left, there's no exception to the rule
A matter of routine, I've done it ever since I finished school
The train back home
o'clock, four and five
When is seven o'clock, when eight o'clock and nine
Do it to me some more
Do it to me some more
Girl, I like what you're doing
thinkin' 'bout my good gal in New Orleans.
Oh, Saro Jane.
Fireman, keep those boilers hot.
I want to reach town by six o'clock. Oh, Saro Jane. Oh, Saro
It's five o'clock in the mornin', just these four walls and me.
Mmm, it's five o'clock in the mornin', just these four walls and me.
I have waited
5 o'clock in the morning
Singing Sunshine on Leith
5 o'clock in the morning
Ain't no one getting no peace
5 o'clock in the morning
Singing
it for the time that you never gave to me
Such a silly thing to say, i did it for the time
I'm so tired
I gave you all my time
(3 o'clock, 4 o'clock, 5
to live
What I wouldn't give
For just a minute there
Five o'clock on Friday
Sitting at a light
When this angel walked right by me
On my right
Another day the same shit
Punk-ass C.O.'s on a nigga dick
Got me up at three o'clock cookin eggs n' grits
I'm a G from C.P. I can't take the shit
Tryin
A pistol shot at 5 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
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
away
At five I must have left, there's no exception to the rule
A matter of routine, I've done it ever since I finished school
The train back home
It's five o'clock this morning, and the sun is on the rise
There's frosting on the window pane, and sorrow in your eyes
The stars are fading
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
Johnson originally proposed an outright ban covering discrimination
by everyone for every type of housing but it had no chance from the start
in a coal mine
Oops, about to slip down
Five o'clock in the mornin'
I'm already up and gone
Lord, I'm so tired
How long can this go on?
I'm waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime
Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time
'Cause at 5 o'clock, they take
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
It's five o'clock this morning, and the sun is on the rise
There's frosting on the window pane, and sorrow in your eyes
The stars are fading
Sixty minutes in one hour
The tocks on the clock
Are one hour hand blocks
Hour by hour
Sixty minutes on the clock
1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, 3 o'clock, Tock
4
And you don''t say,
That you miss me
And you don't stop
To say hi
On your way by
I'm feeling crazy
It is 5 a.m.
And I'm waiting by the phone again
mean son-of-a-bitch
Everything is so fast and so crazy
But the day still slowly slips on by
And when that five o'clock whistle starts to blow
I'll be
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