Bluebird Version Four o'clock flowers bloom out in the morning, and close in the afternoon Four o'clock flowers bloom out in the morning, and they close in the afternoon They are only a summer beauty, so as my little Betty June If you'd only stop playing hooky, and be a little more true If you'd only stop playing hooky, and be a little more true All the love I have to spare, Betty June, would be for you I'm a hard-working man, and I never gets my loving soon I'm a hard-working man, and I never gets my loving soon And when I thinks about it in the mornin', makes my heart ache in the afternoon My job calls me at six PM, I don't get home 'til day My job calls me at six PM, and I don't gets home 'til day My friends say you have done, Betty June, don't make me feel that way I'm not jealous but I'm superstitious, though most working mens that way I'm not jealous but I'm superstitious, the most working mens that way And if I catch you playing hooky, Betty June, what a day, what a day! Library of Congress Version Four o'clock flowers bloom out in the morning and close in the afternoon Four o'clock flowers bloom out in the morning and close in the afternoon Well, well, they are only a summer beauty, ooh Lord, so much so as my little Betty June If you'd be a little more lovely and just a little more true If you'd only be a ittle more lovely and just a little more true Well, well, all the love I have to spare, ooh Lord, Betty June, would be for you I'm a hard-workin' man, and I never gets my lovin' soon I'm a hard-workin' man, Betty June, I never gets my lovin' soon And when I think about it in the mornin', well, well, boys, it makes my heart ache in the afternoon I'm not jealous but I'm superstitious, though most working men's that way I'm not jealous but I'm superstitious, though most working men is that way If I catch you playin' hooky, ooh Lord, Betty June, what a day