Five Short Minutes Jim Croce
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Chwyty na gitarę Katarzyna Szostak
AWell she was standing by my dressing roomAfter the show asking for my autograph and
A7asked if she could go back to my D7motel roomBut the rest is just a tragic
AtaleBecause
Efive short minutes of loveWill cost me
D7twenty long years in AjailWell like a
Afool in a hurry I took her to my roomShe casted me in plaster while I
A7sang her a tuneThen I said
D7ooh ooee sure was a tragic AtaleBecause
Efive short minutes of lovin’Done brought me
D7twenty long years in AjailWell then a
Ajudge and a jury sat me in a roomThey say that robbin’ the cradle
Is worse than
A7robbin’ the tombThen I said
D7ooh ooee sure was a tragic Atale(wasn’t worth it, wasn’t worth it)
Because
Efive short minutes of loveWill cost me
D7twenty long years in AjailWhen I
Aget out of this prison gonna be forty fiveI’ll know that I used to like to do it
But I
A7won’t remember whyI’ll say
D7ooh ooee sure was a tragic Atale(wasn’t worth it, wasn’t worth it)
Because
Efive short minutes of loveWill cost me
D7twenty long years in AjailBecause
Efive short minutes of loveWill cost me
D7twenty long years in Ajail
