Country music

The sun is hot
And that old clock is movin’ slow
And so am I
Workday passes like molasses in wintertime, yeah, but it’s July
Gettin’ paid by the hour, and older by the minute
Boss just put me over the limit
I’d love to call him somethin’
But I think I’ll just call it a day

Pour me somethin’ tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It’s only half past 12, but I don’t care
It’s five o’clock somewhere

Well, this lunch break
It’s gonna take all afternoon and half the night
Tomorrow I know that there will be hell to pay
Hey, but that’s all right
I ain’t had a day off now in over a year
My Jamaican vacation’s gonna start right here
If the phone’s for me
You can tell ’em I just sailed away

Pour me somethin’ tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It’s only half past 12, but I don’t care
It’s five o’clock somewhere

I could pay off my tab
Pour myself in a cab
And be back to work before two
At a moment like this, you can’t help but wonder
What would Jimmy Buffett do?

Pour me somethin’ tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It’s only half past 12, but I don’t care
It’s five o’clock somewhere

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