five o'clock angel

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.