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