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Published on May 25, 2010
I don't own anything. Copy Rights go to Luke Bryan and his records.
Every morning of everyday I wake up; it's the same ole thing Fight the traffic, punch the clock. Concrete floors wearing out my shoes Tired of feeling the way I do. Three more trucks to load, it never stops. There killing me from nine to five When it's quitting time, I come alive.
Cause I gotta woman Who holds me in her arms and understands. A beautiful woman Who knows how hard it is to be a man. No telling where I'd be right now If she hadn't been sent down So I don't have to face this world all by myself She's my five o'clock angel.
Like a branded man down where I work The company name sewn on my shirt They can buy my time, but they don't own me. There's more to me than what I do I've got feelings, too. There somewhere else I'd rather be. You can have your beer and whiskey sour. I don't need no Happy Hour.
No telling where I'd be right now If she hadn't been sent down So I don't have to face this world all by myself She's my five o'clock angel. My five o'clock angel.