Wrong Five O'Clock - Eric Heatherly

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.»

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.»

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.

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…