Lyrics

Summer’s Gone
Too Late to Pick the Rutabagas
©2023 Roger Bain

The night’s getting cold and there’s a ring around the moon
Seems like just yesterday
Was May turning to June
But now the flowers are dying
Geese are flying
And my mind is trying, too

Because it’s too late to pick the rutabagas
And there’s no time to do the mashed potatoes
Summer’s gone yeah yeah
Said summer’s gone

I’m heading south just as fast as I can
To where the warm breezes blow
I’m going to quit my job
Pack my trunk
Sell all my junk and let’s go
Let’s really really really go

Because it’s too late to pick the rutabagas
And there’s no time to do the mashed potatoes
Summer’s gone yeah yeah
Said summer’s gone

Look out my window I can see leaves falling
Lying in my bed I can hear the wind squalling
Soon the snow will be coming
I better get a running
It’s down the road I go

Because it’s too late to pick the rutabagas
And there’s no time to do the mashed potatoes
Summer’s gone yeah yeah
Said summer’s gone

I’m heading south just as fast as I can
To where the warm breezes blow
I’m going to quit my job
Pack my trunk
Sell all my junk and let’s go
Let’s really really really go

Because it’s too late to pick the rutabagas……………..