Five O'clock World Lyrics - Hal Ketchum

Up every mornin' just to keep a job 

I gotta fight my way through the busslin' 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 

Holiday, yeah 

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 

And 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 hippie girl who waits, I know 

To ease my troubled mind, yeah 

Holiday, yeah 

In the shelter of her arms everything's okay 

She talks and the world goes slippin' away 

And I know the reason I can still go on 

When every other reason is gone 

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 

Holiday, yeah, holiday, yeah