Five Short Minutes

	  		verse 1 
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