Lyrics:
weakness
And now I'm four, five seconds from wildin'
And we got three more days 'til Friday
I'm just tryna make it back home by Monday mornin'
I swear
I like the girls who taste like blueberry satin
Rolling down the five
Like sweet cherry matching
Hanging out the car
Catching wind while we're
Transylvania
And the winter nights are long
I'll come by and you'll feel warmer
Dial the number from this song
Just dial Transylvania 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Transylvania
we got is us, through the good and the bad times
Even though times is hard, I stay divine, shine for God
Some people change, money exchange,
Spend the summertime naturally high
By chopping wood, the next one or five
Saving our money for the county fair
George Jones' supposed to be there
We got
his tea in a five-room hotel suite (yes, she was)
I charmed a king, a congressman and an occasional aristocrat
And then I got me a Georgia mansion
would have thought forever could be severed by
The sharp knife of a short life
Well, I've had just enough time
So put on your best, boys, and I
settled down
Now we live (yes we live) in a two story house
Whoa, what splendor
But there's no love about
I've got my story
And I've got mine, too
How sad
time behind
Oh don't fall for the same whole life
M-E-T-H-O-D -O-F-L-O-V-E
Don't you know that it's a method of
Modern love?
I've got the way we works
Wasting my time,
Resting my mind
And I'll never pine
For the sad days and the bad days
When we was workin' from nine to five.
And if you
five and dime
One of the boys in Eddie's band took a shine to Rita's hands
So Eddie ran off with the bass man's wife
Oh, but he was back by June,
closet
Note the name upon the checkbook in your bag
And if there's time before I pull this trigger
Then tell me what he's got that I ain't got
Oh,
it
9 to 5, for service and devotion
You would think that I would deserve a fat promotion
Want to move ahead but the boss won't seem to let me
I
on
You got cool boy
You got it all together
Snap your fingers and they all come running
I've been down that road a time or two
I've had my share
Party hat and satin dress
Silver paper curled in her long black hair
Tapping one small elegant shoe in time
Oh, the way she plays with them
Smile
I was five years old when daddy started packin'
And I stood there by my mamma
As she cried
And the next thing that we knew
Some old train came
And all this science I don't understand
It's just my job five days a week
A rocket man, a rocket man
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
'Til
Cowboy Carter
Time to strike a match and
Light up this juke joint
One-one-one by one, you hang them high
Your hands are steady and you sleep
Daytime turns me off, and I don't mean maybe
Nine-to-five ain't takin' me where I'm bound
When it's done, I run out to see my baby
We got groovin'
How many girls choose cotton dress worlds
When they could have satins and lace
And stand by her man, never once letting shade touch her face
How
I got those 5:01 blues another work day is over
Time to go home but no one to go home to
That whistle just blew bad news
I punch out and put in
'm a man, I wish that I were dead.
My how time rushes by,
The moment you're born you start to die,
Time waits for no man,
And your life's spent, it's
I'm headed down a highway got a suitcase by my side
Blue skies hangin' over my head I got five hundred miles to ride
I'm goin' down to Memphis
I'm headed down a highway, got a suitcase by my side
Blue skies hangin' over my head; I got five hundred miles to ride
I'm goin' down to Memphis
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