Billy Burnette
Billy Burnette
Billy Burnette
Billy Burnette
Billy Burnette
Billy Burnette
Billy Burnette
Billy Burnette
Billy Burnette
Billy Burnette
Billy Burnette
It's late
We gotta get on home
It's late
We've been gone too long
Too bad
We shoulda checked our time
Can't phone
Done spent every dime
It's late
We're 'bout to run out of gas
It's late
We gotta get home fast
Can't speed
We're in a slow-down zone
Baby, look at that clock, why can't it be wrong?
If we coulda left home at a quarter to nine
Woulda had fun and plenty of time
But we got started just a little bit late
I hope this won't be our last date
Look up
Is that the moon I see?
Can't be
Looks like the sun to me
It's late
I hate to face your Dad
Too bad
I know he's gonna be mad
It's late
We gotta get on home
It's late
Baby we've been gone too long
If we coulda left home at a quarter to nine
Woulda had fun and plenty of time
But we got started just a little bit late
I hope this won't be our last date
Look up
Is that the moon I see?
Can't be
Looks like the sun to me
It's late
I hate to face your Dad
Too bad
I know he's gonna be mad
It's late
We gotta get on home
It's late
Baby, we've been gone too long
It’s Late was written by Dorsey Burnette.