| Well, you’re just in time to be too late
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| I tried to but I couldn’t wait
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| And now I’ve got another date
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| So I won’t be home no more
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| You’re just in time to miss the boat
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| So don’t take off your hat and coat
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| Be on your way, that’s all she wrote
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| 'Cause I won’t be home no more
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| I stood around a month or two
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| And waited for your call
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| Now I’m too busy pitchin' woo
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| So come around next fall
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| I scratched your name right off my slate
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| And hung a sign on my front gate
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| You’re just in time to be too late
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| And I won’t be home no more
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| Well, you’re just in time to turn around
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| And drive your buggy back to town
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| You looked me up I turned you down
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| And I won’t be home no more
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| You’re just in time to change your tune
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| Go tell your troubles to the moon
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| And call around next May or June
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| 'Cause I won’t be home no more
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| I used to be the patient kind
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| Believed each alibi
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| But that’s all done, I’ve changed my mind
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| I’ve got new fish to fry
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| Well, you’re just in time to celebrate
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| The things you didn’t calculate
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| You’re just in time to be too late
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| And I won’t be home no more |