A Well she was standing by my dressing room After the show asking for my autograph andA7 D7 asked if she could go back to my motel roomA But the rest is just a tragic taleE Because five short minutes of loveD7 A Will cost me twenty long years in jail Verse 2A Well like a fool in a hurry I took her to my roomA7 She casted me in plaster while I sang her a tuneD7 A Then I said ooh ooee sure was a tragic taleE Because five short minutes of lovin’D7 A Done brought me twenty long years in jail Verse 3A Well then a judge and a jury sat me in a room They say that robbin’ the cradleA7 Is worse than robbin’ the tombD7 A Then I said ooh ooee sure was a tragic tale (wasn’t worth it, wasn’t worth it)E Because five short minutes of loveD7 A Will cost me twenty long years in jail Verse 4A When I get out of this prison gonna be forty five I’ll know that I used to like to do itA7 But I won’t remember whyD7 A I’ll say ooh ooee sure was a tragic tale (wasn’t worth it, wasn’t worth it)E Because five short minutes of loveD7 A Will cost me twenty long years in jailE Because five short minutes of loveD7 A Will cost me twenty long years in jail
Five Short Minutes
Jim Croce
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