Five O'Clock World - Hal Ketchum

Up every morning just to keep a job

Gotta fight my way through the husslin' 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)

Tradin' my time for the pay I get

Livin' on the money that I ain’t made yet

Gotta keep going, 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)

In the shelter of her arms everythings 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 Nothing else matters at all

Cause everytime my baby smiles at me

I know that its all worthwhile, yeah (yodel)