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 lovin?
Done brought me [D7]twenty long years in [A]jail
Verse 3
Well then a [A]judge and a jury sat me in a room
They say that robbin? the cradle
Is worse than [A7]robbin? the tomb
Then I said [D7]ooh ooee sure was a tragic [A]tale
(wasn?t worth it, wasn?t worth it)
Because [E]five short minutes of love
Will cost me [D7]twenty long years in [A]jail
Verse 4
When I [A]get out of this prison gonna be forty five
I?ll know that I used to like to do it
But I [A7]won?t remember why
I?ll say [D7]ooh ooee sure was a tragic [A]tale
(wasn?t worth it, wasn?t worth it)
Because [E]five short minutes of love
Will cost me [D7]twenty long years in [A]jail
Because [E]five short minutes of love
Will cost me [D7]twenty long years in [A]jail
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