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Lyrics by: Allen Reynolds
# Debut Chart
4 Nov '65 Hot 100

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Up every mornin' just to keep a job I gotta fight my way through the hustling mob Sounds of the city poundin' in my brain While another day goes down the drain But it's a five o'clock world when the whistle blows No one owns a piece of my time And there's a five o'clock me inside my clothes Thinkin' that the world looks fine, yeah Tradin' my time for the pay I get Livin' on money that I ain't made yet I've been goin' tryin' to make my way While I live for the end of the day Cuz it's a five o'clock world when the whistle blows No one owns a piece of my time, and There's a long-haired girl who waits, I know To ease my troubled mind, yeah oh my lady, yeah oh my lady, yeah In the shelter of her arms everything's OK When she talks then the world goes slippin' away And I know the reason I can still go on When every other reason is gone,


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In my five o'clock world she waits for me Nothing else matters at all Cuz every time my baby smiles at me I know that's it's all worthwhile, yeah oh my lady, yeah oh my lady, yeah, fade........ to end

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