Five+to+nine+blues

FIVE-TO-NINE BLUES

I wake up Monday morning, feeling like a slob. I got to get my arse in gear and go and do my job. I spend the weekend drinking, spirits beer and wine. But on a Monday morning, get the blues at five to nine.

Chorus It's five to nine, yes it's five to nine. Oh Lord I always get these blues at five to nine.

I got to earn some money, just to keep my woman sweet. Buy her clothes and flowers, shoes upon her feet. I love mah woman dearly and I sure am glad she's mine. But working for my dollar gives me blues at five to nine.

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Oh Lordy cain't you help me, just reach down and stop the clock. Make it Friday night again, not Monday's awful shock. Oh give me just a few more hours that I can say are mine. And cure me of these awful blues I feel at five to nine.

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The rich man's got a Porsche and fine clothes on his arse, He drinks champagne most every night and always flies first class. He's got a house in Monaco, and a boat that is so fine. But all I got's a headache and these blues at five to nine.

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