A
Well she was standing by my dressing room
After the show asking for my autograph and
A7 D7
asked if she could go back to my motel room
A
But the rest is just a tragic tale
E
Because five short minutes of love
D7 A
Will cost me twenty long years in jail
Verse 2
A
Well like a fool in a hurry I took her to my room
A7
She casted me in plaster while I sang her a tune
D7 A
Then I said ooh ooee sure was a tragic tale
E
Because five short minutes of lovin’
D7 A
Done brought me twenty long years in jail
Verse 3
A
Well then a judge and a jury sat me in a room
They say that robbin’ the cradle
A7
Is worse than robbin’ the tomb
D7 A
Then I said ooh ooee sure was a tragic tale
(wasn’t worth it, wasn’t worth it)
E
Because five short minutes of love
D7 A
Will cost me twenty long years in jail
Verse 4
A
When I get out of this prison gonna be forty five
I’ll know that I used to like to do it
A7
But I won’t remember why
D7 A
I’ll say ooh ooee sure was a tragic tale
(wasn’t worth it, wasn’t worth it)
E
Because five short minutes of love
D7 A
Will cost me twenty long years in jail
E
Because five short minutes of love
D7 A
Will cost me twenty long years in jail
Compositores: Jim Croce
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