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Heard livin’ in the city helps a man forget
his past
So I traded in my pickup for a monthly
transit pass
But a country boy like me just don’t belong
I wish that I could get back home
It’s gettin' dark at five
Oh, it’s gettin’ dark at five
A little bit of whiskey, and I’ll feel fine
as I can be
But I wish I had some company, ‘cos I’m sick
to death of me
Starin’ at the door where she walked out
Rain is fallin’, ain’t no doubt
It’s gettin' dark at five
Oh, it’s gettin’ dark at five
This avenue to nowhere stretches far as the
eye can see
Ain’t no doubt about it, the city’s beaten
me (why can't I see?)
I’m trying to believe better days are gonna
come
Try and shake the feeling that the best days
are all done
I thought that summer would never end
Now December’s blowin’ in
It’s gettin' dark at five
Oh, it’s gettin’ dark at five
© David Otwell/DeSoto Rust 2006 |