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GEvery morning of everD/Fyday
EmI wake up; it's the sCame ole thing
GFight the tD/Fraffic, punch the clocEmk. C
GConcrete floors wearing D/Fout my shoes
EmTired of feeling the wCay I do.
GThree more trucks to lD/Foad, it neEmver stops. C
AmThere killing me from nine to fDive
When it's Amquitting time, I come aDlive.
Cause I gotta wComan
Who holds me in her arms and undersGtands.
A beautiful wComan
Who knows how hard it is to be a Emman.
No telling wChere I'd be right now
If she Ghadn't been sent down
So I don't Bbhave to face this world all by myDself
She's my five o'clock angel.G D/F Em C G D/F C
Like a brGanded man down where I D/Fwork
EmThe company name sewn Con my shirt
They can Gbuy my time,D/F but they don't own Emme. C
There's Gmore to me than what I D/Fdo
Em I've got feCelings, too.
GThere somewhere D/Felse I'd rather Embe. C
AmYou can have your beer and whiskey Dsour.
AmI don't need no Happy HDour.
Cause I gotta wComan
Who holds me in her arms and undersGtands.
A beautiful wComan
Who knows how hard it is to be a Emman.
No telling wChere I'd be right now
If she Ghadn't been sent down
So I don't Bbhave to face this world all by myDself
She's my five o'clock angel.G D/F Em C G D/F C
No telling wChere I'd be right now
If she hGadn't been sent down
So I don't Bbhave to face this world all by mysDelf
She's my five o'clock angel. G D/F Em
My fCive o'clock angel.G D/F Em C G D/F C
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