Wrong Five O'Clock

I got a call from the boys yesterday
 Said get ready, we're on the way
 It's happy hour at the BBQ bar
 Luther's playin' that hot guitar.
 Told my baby I just had to go
 She was cussin' as we hit the road
 Said, "You'll be wanted, mister, dead or alive
 If you don't make it back home by five."
 Chorus 1:
 I got to the wrong five o'clock
 I was here right on the dot
 Hey baby why you look so shocked
 She said "You got home at the wrong five o'clock."
 Well, I'm guilty baby, my mistake
 Please don't kill me for goodness sake
 Now I'll do anything to make it up to you
 She said, "Hush your mouth, there ain't no excuse."
 Chorus 2:
 For comin' home at the wrong five o'clock
 I was waitin' and your supper was hot
 In case you wonder why I changed the lock
 You got home at the wrong five o'clock.
 We were playin' pool and havin' a ball
 Weren't doin' anything wrong at all
 Then Jimmy got crazy, got thrown in jail
 What else was I supposed to do but post his bail.
 I got home at the wrong five o'clock
 Key wouldn't fit had to knock, knock, knock
 She opened the door with that pistol cocked
 I got home at the wrong five o'clock.
 Chorus 2:
 For comin' home at the wrong five o'clock
 I was waitin' and your supper was hot
 In case you wonder why I changed the lock
 You got home at the wrong five o'clock...