Lyrics Wrong Five O'Clock - Eric Heatherly

Wrong Five O'Clock

I got a call from the boys yesterday
Said get ready, we’re on the way
It’s happy hour at the BBQ bar
Luther’s playin' that hot guitar.
Told my baby I just had to go
She was cussin' as we hit the road
Said, «You'll be wanted, mister, dead or alive
If you don’t make it back home by five.»
I got to the wrong five o’clock
I was here right on the dot
Hey baby why you look so shocked
She said «You got home at the wrong five o’clock.»
Well, I’m guilty baby, my mistake
Please don’t kill me for goodness sake
Now I’ll do anything to make it up to you
She said, «Hush your mouth, there ain’t no excuse.»
For comin' home at the wrong five o’clock
I was waitin' and your supper was hot
In case you wonder why I changed the lock
You got home at the wrong five o’clock.
We were playin' pool and havin' a ball
Weren’t doin' anything wrong at all
Then Jimmy got crazy, got thrown in jail
What else was I supposed to do but post his bail.
I got home at the wrong five o’clock
Key wouldn’t fit had to knock, knock, knock
She opened the door with that pistol cocked
I got home at the wrong five o’clock.
For comin' home at the wrong five o’clock
I was waitin' and your supper was hot
In case you wonder why I changed the lock
You got home at the wrong five o’clock…