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Albums:

Too Late, Too Late Blues, Vol. 8 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Too Late Too Late, Vol. 4 (1892-1937) (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Too Late, Too Late Blues, Vol. 10: 1926-1951 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Too Late, Too Late Blues, Vol. 1 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Too Late, Too Late Blues, Vol. 6 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Too Late, Too Late, Vol. 9: 1922-1945 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Too Much, Too Little, Too Late (Johnny Mathis) · Zac Zuh Zaz (Cab Calloway) · Party Musical: Tribute to Zac Efron (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Too Late, Too Loud (Johnny Clueless) – and 90 other albums »


when he walked by

Tom, Tom, Tommy Brown meanest boy in all the town
Everybody said he'd turned out bad
They said he had stole and I guess he had
But
Yeah
Up late nights (c'mon) under the city lights
The Henn got me feelin right, I'm tryin to keep from swervin
She's so fine and she love Henn too
Get a little out of control
(What are you waiting for)
Hey, it's not too late
If you don't act now
Time will pass you by so come on
(What are you
Lend me your ear while i call you a fool.
You were kissed by a witch one night in the wood,
And later insisted your feelings were true.
Lend me your ear while I call you a fool.
You were kissed by a witch one night in the wood,
And later insisted your feelings were true.
We must rise, it's not too late
Now tell me, who are you
To change our fate?

[Chorus:]
Lend me your ear while I call you a fool
You were kissed by a witch, one night in the wood
And later insisted your feelings were true
The witch's
This kind of love you can't get enough

So much wasted time
On who that it was to blame
And now that we've both realised
Before it was too late
This time
need for love and there's need for death
Too late for understanding
Too late for your tears
I wait for the last descending
To the opal city
to your mom and dad
Now it's too late to write your daddy and your mama's feeling mighty bad
Won't you come on home boy come on home boy
Your mama's all
and the darkness
It's not too late, there's got to be a way
For me to escape all this nonsense

I've got to get away [x5]

They try and run my life
But that's
Town, in the hot noon hours
There's palm-leaf shadows and scattered flowers
Beggars crouching at the gate
Help comes, but it comes too late

By marble
lovin' .44 beneath my head

Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I ran too slow
They
Juarez Mexico 
Late in the hot joints takin' the pills in walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill 
He said Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown 
You're
lovin' .44 beneath my head

Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I ran too slow
They
young Corey?s waitin? down by the gate

Can?t call the preacher

It?s much too late

But that don?t stop his bended knee no no


Pretty Pearl girl marry
-word and line-by-line,
and everybody who was laughing was a friend of mine,
even then my girl was laughing, and it was too late,
for me to write another note 'cause there
Ooh ooh ooh ooh sorry, ooh ooh ooh ooh sorry

Well I came home from work in the middle of the day
Two hours early, but a little too late
She was
into the sticks
Too late no turning back now
Because the switches have been flicked
Goal posts moving
Sign posts pointing you the wrong way
They're
but not your skin

This time it's hard to define
So watch the leaves turn brown for the last time
Too late! you've sealed our fate 
No returns, no
44 beneath my head

Woke up next mornin' grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
I made a good run but I went too slow
They
do
YA TEEF IZ YELLOW
As yellow as some pineapple punch
YA TEEF IZ YELLOW
They got that way because you don't brush
YA TEEF IZ YELLOW
It's too late for
Forty-four beneath my head

Late the next morning I grabbed my gun
I took a shot of cocaine and away I run
I made a good run, but I run too slow
They overtook
on the block it's too hot
You got my man shot, nigga run
We wylin' on Staten Island it's one thing bein' in the bing
And not smilin' on the gate it's too late
Lend me your ear while I call you a fool.
You were kissed by a witch one night in the wood,
And later insisted your feelings were true.
The witch's