Every afternoon at five o'clock
I forget all about you
There ain't nothin' 'bout this honky-tonk

To remind me we're through
And I can put off going back
To that ol' empty house you swore you'd never leave

From the loneliness you handed me
I can get a brief reprieve
From here until closing time

It won't matter you're gone
I can fill up my emptiness
Maybe make it on my own

From now til they lock the doors
Put the chairs up and sweep the floors
You won't even cross my mind

From here until closing time
Well the good old days are good and gone
Since you left without me

If I could figure out where we went wrong
Then maybe I'd be free
From these ties that bind my foolish heart

And just won't let me start my life again
Then I wouldn't need this lonesome bar
Where I come to pretend

From here until closing time
It won't matter you're gone
Your memory won't break my heart

I can make it on my own
From now til they lock the doors
Put the chairs up and sweep the floors

You won't even cross my mind
From here until closing time
Every afternoon at five o'clock

I forget all about you

From Radney Foster "Del Rio Texas 1959"

Arista Records 1992
Polygram Intl/BMG Music