Every afternoon at five o'clock

I forget all about you

There ain't nothin' 'bout this honky-tonk

To remind me we're through

And I can put off going back

To that ol' empty house you swore you'd never leave

From the loneliness you handed me

I can get a brief reprieve

From here until closing time

It won't matter you're gone

I can fill up my emptiness

Maybe make it on my own

From now til they lock the doors

Put the chairs up and sweep the floors

You won't even cross my mind

From here until closing time

Well the good old days are good and gone

Since you left without me

If I could figure out where we went wrong

Then maybe I'd be free

From these ties that bind my foolish heart

And just won't let me start my life again

Then I wouldn't need this lonesome bar

Where I come to pretend

From here until closing time

It won't matter you're gone

Your memory won't break my heart

I can make it on my own

From now til they lock the doors

Put the chairs up and sweep the floors

You won't even cross my mind

From here until closing time

Every afternoon at five o'clock

I forget all about you



From Radney Foster