A
Well she was standing by my dressing room 
After the show asking for my autograph and 
A7                               D7
asked if she could go back to my motel room
                              A
But the rest is just a tragic tale
        E
Because five short minutes of love
             D7                   A
Will cost me twenty long years in jail
Verse 2
            A
Well like a fool in a hurry I took her to my room
                                 A7
She casted me in plaster while I sang her a tune
            D7                         A
Then I said ooh ooee sure was a tragic tale 
        E
Because five short minutes of lovin’
                D7                   A
Done brought me twenty long years in jail
Verse 3
            A
Well then a judge and a jury sat me in a room
They say that robbin’ the cradle
              A7
Is worse than robbin’ the tomb 
            D7                         A
Then I said ooh ooee sure was a tragic tale
(wasn’t worth it, wasn’t worth it)
        E
Because five short minutes of love
             D7                   A
Will cost me twenty long years in jail
Verse 4
       A
When I get out of this prison gonna be forty five 
I’ll know that I used to like to do it 
      A7
But I won’t remember why 
         D7                         A
I’ll say ooh ooee sure was a tragic tale
(wasn’t worth it, wasn’t worth it)
        E
Because five short minutes of love
             D7                   A
Will cost me twenty long years in jail
        E
Because five short minutes of love
             D7                   A
Will cost me twenty long years in jail