If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
My mind is sittin' right for a Tin Lizzie seat
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn
Every Sunday mornin', church people watch me go
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn
Come along young man, everything settin' right
Now, I'm raring to go, got red shoes on my feet
Dress skirt cut high, then they cut low
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' your horn
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn
With rosy red garters, pink hose on my feet
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn
Turkey red bloomer, with a rumble seat
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
Don't think I'm a sport, keep on watchin' me go
My wings sprouted out and the preacher told me so
My husband's goin' away till next Saturday night
The Richards woman said, "Any dude will do"
The red rooster said, "Cockle doodle do do"
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
