A Little Late to Pray

Music & Lyrics: Rosanne Baker Thornley / Scott Dennis MacKay
Performed by Scott Dennis MacKay

I get to know the town folk when they’re kicking and alive, 
but once they dead and gone, I’m their final ride. 
Most everyone I’ve driven has found a place on high, 
Ya know the good Lords smiling down on me from in the sky. 

But today I can’t deliver, ‘cause my hearse keeps breaking down, 
I can’t get the departed to the other side of town. 
Something’s clearly wrong with this ol’ Cadillac, 
And I think its all because the preachers lying in the back. 

Preacher, oh dear preacher, 
are you ready for your judgement day
Preacher, oh dear preacher, 
it’s a little late for you to pray, 
We don’t know where you’re heading, 
‘cause there’s doubts bout where you bin, 
Now I think the Lords a wonderin’ – 
if he really wanna let you in… 

Everybody’s waiting patient, high up on the hill
Gravediggers with their shovels, waiting for a hole to fill, 
Daylight is slippin’ and they’re wondering where we are, 
Here I am stranded with the departed in my car

Preacher, oh dear preacher, 
are you ready for your judgement day
Preacher, oh dear preacher, 
it’s a little late for you to pray, 
We don’t know where you’re heading, 
‘cause there’s doubts bout where you bin, 
Now I think the Lords a wonderin’ – 
if he really wanna let you in… 

The bell’s a tollin’ - another soul to save. 
The preacher in this coffin, is a long way from his grave … 

Preacher, oh dear preacher, 
are you ready for your judgement day
Preacher, oh dear preacher, 
it’s a little late for you to pray, 
We don’t know where you’re heading, 
‘cause there’s doubts bout where you bin, 
Now I think the Lords a wonderin’ – 
if he really wanna let you in… 
Oh I think the Lords a wonderin’ – 
if he really wanna let you in…