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Bottom of the Fifth Lyrics by Tim Murphy
Tim Murphy Lyrics
It’s Atlanta, four to one over Houston
It never hurt so much, to be losing
As I sit here at this bar
Wondering where you are
An empty bottle, three strikes and a phone
It’s the Bottom Of The Fifth,
And no one’s home
Wish I could relive that moment
When the bases were loaded
And I had my chance to win it all
I’d step up to the plate
But now it’s too late
You’re not even there to take the call
And if I had another shot
I’d give it all I got
I wouldn’t be sitting here all alone
It’s the Bottom Of The Fifth
And no one’s home
(lead)
If I could relive that moment
When the bases were loaded
And I had my chance to win it all
I’d really step up to the plate
But now it’s too late
Baby you’re not even there to take the call
And if I had another shot
I’d give it all I got
I wouldn’t be sitting here all alone
It’s the Bottom Of The Fifth
And no one’s home
I’m at the Bottom Of The Fifth
And no one’s home
[Thanks to Lyn West for lyrics]
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