Five Short Minutes
by Jim Croce
From the album: I Got a Name
Track 3 of 11 on I Got a Name (1973).
Duration: 3:29
Lyrics for Five Short Minutes
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, ooee! 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, ooee! 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 (Wasn't worth it, wasn't worth it!) I'll say, 'Ooh, ooee! Sure was a tragic tale 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'