everytime i come to town you know you look so sad but when the show is over you are happy again you say your boss don t respect you and neither does your man but this time around girl ive got a plan quit your job sell your car tell that fool that you live with you don t live here anymore bring your banjo i ll teach you how to play you know its never too late you say your lifes been hard you ve been abused and mangled but i tell you an angel with a messed up past is still an angel all these people just push you aside you got this chance to leave em all behind you ll watch less and sing more it ll be easy to quit that stuff when you can t afford nothing but the bare necessities you won t be a millionaire but at least you ll be free quit your job sell your car tell that fool that you live with you dont live here anymore bring your banjo ill teach you how to play you know its never too late it s never too late so pack your bags my wheels are rolling you wont need them fancy clothes where we re going tell your father not to shout and scream he can write it off as one of your crazy dreams cause i know you got the music deep down inside and i ll bet we ll sound good when we harmonize youre way too perfect for a town like this i need the whole damn planet to know you exist quit your job sell your car tell that bastard that you live with you don t live here anymore bring your banjo i ll teach you how to play you know its never too late it s ne ver too late it s ne ver too late ooh it s ne ver too late 