Colin Linden Too Late to Holler Well....... I can see the chariot waiting for me bigger than the whole state of Tennessee Don't have to suffer no rules no more Don't have to wonder what I'm here for 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