[Verse 1] You wore your Sunday shoes to change a tire, Said, “Beauty’s just a wrench with better hair.” I held the flashlight like a courthouse choir, You made the busted Buick blush right there. [Pre-Chorus] The moon was late on rent again, The stars were out on bail. [Chorus] You’re my lucky penny in a coffee can, My last good joke when the jokes all ran. If love’s a horse, ours steals the gate— Come on, sweetheart, let’s be late! [Verse 2] You bought a pie with yesterday’s advice, We ate it cold beside the county line. You said, “A heart can make a fool look wise,” Then kissed me like you’d proved the point just fine. [Pre-Chorus] The radio was full of rain, Your laugh came through like sun. [Chorus] You’re my lucky penny in a coffee can, My last good joke when the jokes all ran. If love’s a horse, ours steals the gate— Come on, sweetheart, let’s be late! [Verse 3] My wallet’s thin as paper in a storm, Your patience wears a hole beside the seam. But you can make a motel room feel warm, And make a hard luck story sound like cream. [Bridge] We’ve got two chairs and one good plate, A map with half the roads erased. If trouble knocks, we’ll make it wait— We’re busy putting sugar in the brakes. [Final Chorus] You’re my lucky penny in a coffee can, My last good joke when the jokes all ran. If love’s a horse, ours steals the gate— Come on, sweetheart, let’s be late! [Outro] The Buick coughs, the coffee’s gone, You grin and say, “Well, carry on.” I take your hand, the road can wait— Come on, sweetheart, let’s be late!
