every morning of everyday
i wake up; it's the same ole thing
fight the traffic
punch the clock. concrete floors wearing out my shoes
tired of feeling the way i do. three more trucks to load
it never stops. there killing me from nine to five
when it's quitting time
i come alive. cause i gotta woman
who holds me in her arms and understands. a beautiful woman
who knows how hard it is to be a man. no telling where i'd be right now
if she hadn't been sent down
so i don't have to face this world all by myself
she's my five o'clock angel. like a branded man down where i work
the company name sewn on my shirt
they can buy my time
but they don't own me. there's more to me than what i do
i've got feelings
too. there somewhere else i'd rather be. you can have your beer and whiskey sour. i don't need no happy hour. no telling where i'd be right now
if she hadn't been sent down
so i don't have to face this world all by myself
she's my five o'clock angel. my five o'clock angel.