Too late to holler
Too late to cry
Let my soul commence to roll
on the day that I die
Anybody I ever wanted to see
or anybody who might be looking for me
First wife, second wife, third wife, four
The man who serves the papers
or the girl next door
Too late to holler...
Don't anybody ever grieve too hard
Play my records in my backyard
No need to worry or scream or shout
Just say my time has done played out
Too late to holler....
WORDS AND MUSIC BY COLIN LINDEN–SOCAN–1997