Five Short Minutes Jim Croce Verse 1 [A]Well she was standing by my dressing room After the show asking for my autograph and [A7]asked if she could go back to my [D7]motel room But the rest is just a tragic [A]tale Because [E]five short minutes of love Will cost me [D7]twenty long years in [A]jail Verse 2 Well like a [A]fool in a hurry I took her to my room She casted me in plaster while I [A7]sang her a tune Then I said [D7]ooh ooee sure was a tragic [A]tale Because [E]five short minutes of lo (guitartabs.cc)