It’s Five O’Clock Somewhere Ringtones

It's five o'clock and I walk through the empty streets Thoughts fill my head but then still, no one speaks to me My mind takes me back to the years that have passed me by It is so hard to believe that it's me That I see in the window pane It is so hard to believe that all this is the way that it has to be It's five o'clock, and I walk through the empty streets The night is my friend, and in him, I find sympathy And so I go back to the years that have past me by It is so hard to believe that it's me That I see in the window pane It is so hard to believe that all this is the way that it has to be It's five o'clock, and I walk through the empty streets The night is my friend and in him, I find sympathy He gives me day, gives me hope And a little dream too

It's five o'clock And I walk through the empty street Thoughts fill my head But then still No one speaks to me My mind takes me back To the years that have passed me by It is so hard to believe That it's me That I see In the windowpane It is so hard to believe That all this is the way That it has to be It's five o'clock And I walk through the empty street The night is my friend And in him I find sympathy And so I go back to the years That have to past me by It is so hard to believe That it's me That I see In the windowpane It is so hard to believe That all this is the way That is has to be It's five o'clock And I walk through the empty street The night is my friend And in him I find sympathy And he gives me day Gives me hope And a little dream too

I got a call from the boys yesterday Said get ready, we're on the way It's happy hour at the BBQ bar Luther's playin' that hot guitar. Told my baby I just had to go She was cussin' as we hit the road Said, "You'll be wanted, mister, dead or alive If you don't make it back home by five." Chorus 1: I got to the wrong five o'clock I was here right on the dot Hey baby why you look so shocked She said "You got home at the wrong five o'clock." Well, I'm guilty baby, my mistake Please don't kill me for goodness sake Now I'll do anything to make it up to you She said, "Hush your mouth, there ain't no excuse." Chorus 2: For comin' home at the wrong five o'clock I was waitin' and your supper was hot In case you wonder why I changed the lock You got home at the wrong five o'clock. We were playin' pool and havin' a ball Weren't doin' anything wrong at all Then Jimmy got crazy, got thrown in jail What else was I supposed to do but post his bail. I got home at the wrong five o'clock Key wouldn't fit had to knock, knock, knock She opened the door with that pistol cocked I got home at the wrong five o'clock. Chorus 2: For comin' home at the wrong five o'clock I was waitin' and your supper was hot In case you wonder why I changed the lock You got home at the wrong five o'clock...

Up every mornin' just to keep a job I gotta fight my way through the hustlin' 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 Yodel-ay-ee-whee-oh Tradin' my time for the pay I get Livin' on money that I ain't made yet Gotta keep goin', gotta make my way But I live for the end of the day 'Cause 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 Yodel-ay-ee-whee-oh Yodel-ay-ee-whee-oh In the shelter of her arms everything's okay She talks and the world goes slippin' away I know the reason I can still go on When every other reason is gone 'Cause in my five o'clock world, she waits for me Nothin' else matters at all 'Cause every time my baby smiles at me I know that it's all worthwhile, yeah Yodel-ay-ee-whee-oh Yodel-ay-ee-whee-oh Yodel-ay-ee-whee-oh Yodel-ay-ee-whee-oh

Is this what you needed? Is this what it's worth? To see the hidden folders, tool tipping out the dirt I wish that I could kiss the pixels off your lips Describe our naked bodies over Zoom call partnerships Is this why you see him at Tesla dealerships? His watch doesn't have his name on How will he know it's his? The sun reflected light off hilltop window pane His grass is the wrong shade of green, but he can pay to make a change They'll tell you this is normal They'll tell you this is love I'm not sure if the stuff I want is even worth the price it costs Three cars in every garage, and six seats between 'em They'll sell you the rope by which you'll hang yourself Is this why you need me? To break what you can't chew? To ram the Holy Scriptures down throats in tennis shoes? Our Father, who art thou, Central Monterey Take it from me, baby It's worse when you can't pay It's worse when you can't pay It's worse when you can't pay They'll tell you this is normal They'll tell you this is love I'm not sure if the stuff I want is even worth the price it costs Three cars in every garage, and six seats between 'em They'll sell you the rope by which you'll hang yourself So tell me, is it normal to totally lose your mind? I won't announce my sheer descent But, holy fuck, there will be signs We're all on a CFIT So take what you see fit They'll sell you the rope by which you'll hang yourself (It's golden hour somewhere) (It's golden hour somewhere) (It's golden hour somewhere) They'll sell you the rope by which you'll hang yourself