Jim Croce - I Got a Name


Five Short Minutes
Written by - Jim Croce
Well, she was standing by my dressing room after the show
Asking for my autograph and asked if she could go
Back to my motel room. But the rest is just a tragic tale
Because five short minutes of lovin'
Done brought me twenty long years in jail

Well, like a fool in a hurry I took her to my room
She casted me in plaster while I sang her a tune
Then I said, "Ooh, ooee!" Sure was a tragic tale
Because five short minutes of lovin'
Done brought me twenty long years in jail

Well, then a judge and a jury sat me in a room
They say that robbin' the cradle is worse than robbin' the tomb
Then I said "Ooh, ooee!" Sure was a tragic tale
(Wasn't worth it, wasn't worth it!) 
Because five short minutes of lovin'
Done brought me twenty long years in jail

And when I get out of this prison gonna be forty-five
I'll know I used to like to do it but I won't remember why
(Wasn't worth it, wasn't worth it!) 
I'll say "Ooh, ooee! Sure was a tragic tale
Because five short minutes of lovin'
Done brought me twenty long years in jail"

Because five short minutes of lovin'
Done brought me twenty long years in jail"
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I Got a Name
Jim Croce
Like the pine trees lining the winding road
I've got a name, I've got a name
Like a singing bird and a croaking toad
I've got a name, I've got a name
And I carry it with me like my daddy did
But I'm living with the dream that he kept hid
Movin' me down the highway
Rollin' me down the highway
Movin' ahead so life won't pass me by

Like a north wind whistlin' down the sky
I've got a song, I've got a song
Like a whipoorwill and a baby's cry
I've got a song, I've got a song
And I carry it with me and I sing it loud
If it gets me nowhere, I'll go there proud
Movin' me down the highway
Rollin' me down the highway 
Movin' ahead so life won't pass me by

And I'm gonna go there free
Like a fool I am and I'll always be
I've got a dream, I've got a dream
They can change their minds but they can't change me
I've got a dream, I've got a dream
Oh, I know I could share it if you want me to
If you're going my way, I'll go with you
Movin' me down the highway
Rollin' me down the highway
Movin' ahead so life won't pass me by

Movin' me down the highway
Rollin' me down the highway
Movin' ahead so life won't pass me by
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I'll Have To Say I Love You In a Song
Written by - Jim Croce
Well, I know it's kind of late 
I hope I didn't wake you
But what I got to say can't wait
I know you'd understand
Ev'ry time I tried to tell you 
The words just came out wrong
So I'll have to say I love you in a song

Yeah, I know it's kind of strange 
But ev'ry time I'm near you 
I just run out of things to say 
I know you'd understand
Ev'ry time I tried to tell you 
The words just came out wrong 
So I'll have to say I love you in a song

Ev'ry time the time was right 
All the words just came out wrong
So I'll have to say I love you in a song 

Yeah, I know it's kind of late
I hope I didn't wake you
But there's something that I just got to say
I know you'd understand
Ev'ry time I tried to tell you
The words just came out wrong 
So I'll have to say I love you in a song
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Lover's Cross
Written by - Jim Croce
Guess that it was bound to happen
Was just a matter of time
But now I've come to my decision
And it's a-one of the painful kind
'Cause now it seems that you wanted a martyr
Just a regular guy wouldn't do
But baby I can't hang upon no lover's cross for you

Yes, I really got to hand it to you
'Cause girl you really tried
But for ev'ry time that we spent laughin'
There were two times that I cried
And you were tryin' to make me your martyr
And that's the one thing I just couldn't do
'Cause baby, I can't hang upon no lover's cross for you

'Cause tables are meant for turnin'
And people are bound to change
And bridges are meant for burnin'
When the people and mem'ries they join aren't the same

So I'll hope that you can find
Another who can take what I could not
He'll have to be a super guy
Or maybe a super god
'Cause I never was much of a martyr before
And I ain't 'bout to start nothin' new
And baby, I can't hang upon no lover's cross for you

'Cause tables are meant for turnin'
And people are bound to change
And bridges are meant for burnin'
When the people and mem'ries they join aren't the same

So I'll hope that you can find
Another who can take what I could not
He'll have to be a super guy
Or maybe a super god
'Cause I never was much of a martyr before
And I ain't 'bout to start nothin' new
And baby, I can't hang upon no lover's cross for you
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Recently
Written by - Jim Croce
Used to be that I could see
A reason to be happy 'cause I was free
But then recently it seems
I've been lettin' your mem'ry get to me

Used to be that I could pretend
That I wasn't really hurt back then
But then recently it seems
I've been lettin' your mem'ry get to me

'Cause mem'ries can be friends
Or they can take you to a place
The you never thought you'd be again
And take you to a place
That you never ever thought 
That you would see again

'Cause mem'ries can be friends
Or they can take you to a place
The you never thought you'd be again
And take you to a place 
That you never ever thought 
That you would see again

Doesn't matter now who was wrong
The future is tomorrow 'cause the past is gone
And I'm findin' that I'm not as strong
As I thought that I used to be
'Cause recently it seems
I've been lettin' your mem'ry get to me
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Salon and Saloon
Written by - Maury Muehleisen
Sometimes I think about our good old high school days
You would always kid about my adolescent ways
Oh, Mary, Mary, good to see you too
Haven't seen to many of the old crew
The time just flew, and how are you? 

Strange we should meet here
Seeing off our friends
It's hard to draw the line between
Beginnings and ends
Oh, Mary, Mary, must you go so soon? 
We must be a sight to see
Salon and Saloon
I'll look you up soon
Maybe sing you a tune
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The Hard Way Every Time
Written by - Jim Croce
Yeah, I've had my share of broken dreams
And more than a couple of falls
And in chasin' what I thought were moonbeams
I have run into a couple of walls
But in looking back at the places I've been
The changes that I've left behind
I just look at myself to find
I've learned the hard way every time

'Cause I've had my share of good intentions
And I've made my share of mistakes
And I've learned at times it's best to bend
'Cause if you don't well those are the breaks
Should have listened to all the things I was told
But I was young and too proud at the time
Now I look at myself to find
I learn the hard way ev'ry time

But in looking back at the lessons I've learned
And the mountains I wanted to climb
I just look at myself to find
I've learned the hard way ev'ry time

'Cause I've had my share of broken dreams
And more than a couple of falls
And in chasin' what I thought were moonbeams
I have run into a couple of walls
But in looking back at the faces I've been
I would sure be the first one to say 
When I look at myself today
Wouldn'ta done it any other way
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Top Hat Bar and Grille
Written by - Jim Croce
Well if you're lookin' for a good time
Look hard as you want but you ain't gonna find
The kinda good time you will
Come ev'ry Friday 'n' Saturday evening
At the Top Hat Bar and Grille

Well, at the Top Hat Bar and Grille
There is a waitress name of Lil
Well, she's a honky tonky
Little bit chunky divorcee
She wear them tight hippy hugger slacks
You can believe it when I tell you, Jack
That she's a dancin', prancin', hard romancin'
P-I-E-C-E
And she can do the boogie woogie
She can do the boogaloo
And she can do the hootchie cootchie
Oh, and she knows how to nasty, too

So if you're lookin' for a good time
Look hard as you want but you ain't gonna find
The kinda good time you will
Come ev'ry Friday 'n' Saturday evening
At the Top Hat Bar and Grille

Well, at the Top Hat Bar and Grille
They got this bouncer name of Gil
He is a honky tonky
Heavily funky ex-marine
He wear dem skintight body builder shirts
And Jack, he'll knock you out into the dirt
But if you got no money or you try to be funny
Then mother you gonna see
That man gonna do the boogie woogie
He gonna do the boogaloo
He gonna do the hootchie cootchie
And he'll be doin' all his dancin' on you

So if you're lookin' for a good time
Look hard as you want but you ain't gonna find
The kinda good time you will
Come ev'ry Friday 'n' Saturday evening
At the Top Hat Bar and Grille
Lookin' for a good time
Lookin' for a bad time

So if you're lookin' for a good time
Look hard as you want but you ain't gonna find
The kinda good time you will
Come ev'ry Friday 'n' Saturday evening
At the Top Hat Bar and Grille
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Workin' At the Car Wash Blues
Written by - Jim Croce
Well, I had just got out from the county prison
Doin' ninety days for non-support
Tried to find me an executive position
But no matter how smooth I talked
They wouldn't listen to the fact that I was a genius
The man say, "We got all that we can use" 
Now I got them steadily depressin', low down mind messin'
Workin' at the car wash blues

Well, I should be sittin' in an air-conditioned office in a swivel chair
Talkin' some trash to the secretaries
Sayin', "Here, now, mamma, come on over here" 
Instead, I'm stuck here rubbin' these fenders with a rag
And walkin' home in soggy old shoes
With them steadily depressin', low down mind messin'
Workin' at the car wash blues

You know a man of my ability
He should be smokin' on a big cigar
But till I get myself straight I guess I'll just have to wait
In my rubber suit a-rubbin' these cars

Well, all I can do is a shake my head
You might not believe that it's true
For workin' at this end of Niagara Falls
Is an undiscovered Howard Hughes
So baby, don't expect to see me
With no double martini in any high-brow society news
'Cause I got them steadily depressin', low down mind messin'
Workin' at the car wash blues
So baby, don't expect to see me
With no double martini in any high-brow society news
'Cause I got them steadily depressin', low down mind messin'
Workin' at the car wash blues
Yeah, I got them steadily depressin', low down mind messin'
Workin' at the car wash blues
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