Momma´s apron hanging in the kitchen on a nail
Pappa´s old plow out in the barn by the bale
I see brother swinging on the garden gate
Momma´s calling come and get it and don´t be late

Don´t be late don´t be late
When you finally make your mind up don´t be late
For they wait there for you mom and dad and brother too
If you love ´em go and show 'em don´t be late

'42 Ford out in the yard in rust
All my childhood memories here in the dust
Family bible pages all faded away
We all have longed to go back home someday

Don´t be late don´t be late
When you finally make your mind up don´t be late
For they wait there for you mom and dad and brother too
If you love ´em go and show 'em don´t be late

Standing here looking back at the place again
Headed down that lonesome road again
Momma and daddy buried upon that hill
Tears can´t wash away the sorrow that I feel

Don´t be late don´t be late
When you finally make your mind up don´t be late
For they wait there for you mom and dad and brother too
If you love ´em go and show 'em don´t be late