Words and Music by Allen Reynolds



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 (yeah, yeah)

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

(SCAT: oh-de-lay-ee-ee, etc )

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 (yeah, yeah)

Cuz it's a five o'clock world when the whistle blows

No one owns a piece of my time

There's a long-haired girl who waits, I know

To ease my troubled mind, yeah

(SCAT: oh-de-lay-ee-ee, etc )

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, (yeah, yeah)

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

(SCAT: oh-de-lay-ee-ee, etc ) to end