JIM CROCE


Five Short Minutes Lyrics

Well, she was standing by my dressing room after the show
Asking for my autograph and asked if she could go
Back to my motel room but the rest is just a tragic tale

Because five short minutes of lovin'
Done brought me twenty long years in jail

Well, like a fool in a hurry, I took her to my room
She casted me in plaster while I sang her a tune
Then I said, ooh wee, sure was a tragic tale

Because five short minutes of lovin'
Done brought me twenty long years in jail

Well, then a judge and a jury sat me in a room
They say that robbin' the cradle is worse than robbin' the tomb
Then I said, ooh wee, sure was a tragic tale

Wasn't worth it, wasn't worth it

Because five short minutes of lovin'
Done brought me twenty long years in jail

And when I get out of this prison, gonna be forty-five
I'll know, I used to like to do it but I won't remember why
I said, ooh wee, sure was a tragic tale

Wasn't worth it, wasn't worth it

Because five short minutes of lovin'
Done brought me twenty long years in jail

Because five short minutes of lovin'
Done brought me twenty long years in jail

Correct these lyrics


Watch Jim Croce Five Short Minutes video

Songwriter(s): Jim Croce
Copyright: H&r Lastrada Music, R2m Publishing
Official lyrics powered by

Watch Video
Rate Five Short Minutes by Jim Croce (current rating: N/A)
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10
Meaning to "Five Short Minutes" song text no entries yet
(*) required
capthca (*) required

Characters count
: (*) min. 100 characters required