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Alan Jackson, Jimmy Buffett – It’s Five O’ Clock Somewhere

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Introduction

Imagine a warm, sunny afternoon where the clock’s hands liberatingly tick towards leisure—the perfect time to say, “It’s five o’clock somewhere.” This phrase encapsulates more than just a justification for an early start to the weekend; it captures a cultural moment, thanks to the iconic song by Alan Jackson and Jimmy Buffett. Their collaboration brought to life a tune that resonates with anyone yearning to break free from the daily grind.

About The Composition

  • Title: It’s Five O’Clock Somewhere
  • Composer: Alan Jackson and Jimmy Buffett
  • Premiere Date: June 2, 2003
  • Album/Opus/Collection: Featured on Alan Jackson’s album “Greatest Hits Volume II”
  • Genre: Country with a blend of Gulf and Western

Background

Written by Jim “Moose” Brown and Don Rollins, “It’s Five O’Clock Somewhere” was not just a song but a celebration of escapism. Alan Jackson’s collaboration with Jimmy Buffett added the perfect laid-back, beachy vibe that was instrumental in its appeal. Released in the early 2000s, a time when the world was navigating the complexities of new millennia stresses, this song offered a mental getaway. Initially intended as a fun addition to Jackson’s album, it quickly became a standout hit, beloved for its relatable lyrics and easy-going melody.

Musical Style

The song features a blend of country and Gulf and Western styles, characterized by its upbeat rhythm and smooth, flowing melodies that evoke images of sandy beaches and crystal-clear waters. The instrumentation, featuring guitar, steel drum, and fiddle, creates a relaxed, tropical atmosphere. This synergy of sounds not only complements the lyrics but enhances the song’s overall theme of unwinding and enjoying life’s simpler pleasures.

Lyrics/Libretto

The lyrics of “It’s Five O’Clock Somewhere” serve as a light-hearted anthem for those looking to escape the confines of a 9-to-5 schedule. Lines like “What would Jimmy Buffett do?” followed by Buffett’s own response, “Funny you should ask, Alan!” weave a narrative that promotes taking a break from responsibilities to indulge in personal time, even if just for a moment.

Performance History

Since its release, the song has become a staple on both country music stations and in concert setlists, particularly in performances by both Jackson and Buffett. Its premiere in 2003 was met with instant acclaim, charting at the top of the Billboard Country songs and even crossing over to pop charts, a testament to its wide appeal.

Cultural Impact

“It’s Five O’Clock Somewhere” extended its influence beyond music, becoming a cultural catchphrase used to signify breaking away from the norm and indulging in a bit of fun. Its ethos can be seen in various forms of media and entertainment, becoming synonymous with vacation and leisure advertisements.

Legacy

The song’s enduring popularity underscores its impact not just as a musical hit but as a cultural icon. It resonates with a universal desire for a break and a moment of peace in our hectic lives, reminding listeners that sometimes, it’s okay to take that pause, because after all, it’s five o’clock somewhere.

Conclusion

“It’s Five O’Clock Somewhere” isn’t just a song—it’s a reminder that life is to be enjoyed, and there’s always a perfect moment to relax if we decide to find it. For those new to the tune or those who haven’t listened in a while, I recommend revisiting this track to truly appreciate its joyful ode to leisure and escape. Grab your favorite drink, press play, and let Alan Jackson and Jimmy Buffett take you to that idyllic place where the time is always just right

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Lyrics

… The sun is hot and that old clock is movin’ slow
An’ so am I
Work day passes like molasses in wintertime
But it’s July
I’m gettin’ paid by the hour, an’ older by the minute
My boss just pushed me over the limit
I’d like to call him somethin’
I think I’ll just call it a day
… Pour me somethin’ tall an’ strong
Make it a Hurricane before I go insane
It’s only half-past twelve but I don’t care
It’s five o’clock somewhere
… Oh, this lunch break is gonna take all afternoon
An’ half the night
Tomorrow mornin’, I know there’ll be hell to pay
Hey, but that’s all right
I ain’t had a day off now in over a year
Our Jamaican vacation’s gonna start right here
Hit the phones for me
You can tell ’em I just sailed away
… An’ pour me somethin’ tall an’ strong
Make it a Hurricane before I go insane
It’s only half-past twelve but I don’t care
It’s five o’clock somewhere
… I could pay off my tab, pour myself in a cab
An’ be back to work before two
At a moment like this, I can’t help but wonder
What would Jimmy Buffet do?
… Funny you should ask, Alan… I’d say
Pour me somethin’ tall an’ strong
Make it a Hurricane before I go insane
It’s only half-past twelve but I don’t care
… Pour me somethin’ tall an’ strong
Make it a Hurricane before I go insane
It’s only half-past twelve but I don’t care
(He don’t care)
I don’t care
It’s five o’clock somewhere
… What time zone am on? What country am I in?
It doesn’t matter, it’s five o’clock somewhere
It’s always on five in Margaritaville, come to think of it
Yeah, I heard that
You been there haven’t you
Yessir
I seen your boat there
I’ve been to Margaritaville a few times
All right, that’s good
Stumbled all the way back
OK, just wanna make sure you can keep it between the navigational beacons
Bring the booze, I tell you
All right, well, it’s five o’clock
Let’s go somewhere
I’m ready, crank it up
Let’s get out of here
I’m gone

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