Maxwell
Maxwell was a measured man, played his cards with a heavy hand
Until the day his fortune fell, ask me how I knew him well
Born unto a family, stump in place of a family tree
Only child left alone, mother dead and his father gone
Oh Maxwell my boy
What will be your fate
It’s not too late
Maxwell my boy
What will be your fate...
Had more land than you or me, he owned damn near everything
House was on the highest hill, standing then, standing still
Looking back as I neared the end, no one there to call a friend
All he had was all he owned, behind the silent walls of stone
Oh Maxwell my boy
What will be your fate
It’s not too late
Maxwell my boy
What will be your fate...
Well I used to be a measured man, played my cards with a heavy hand
Truest love, never known, this lonesome tale, is my own
When the night bird sings its song, I regret all I’ve done
I recall those darkest days, and thank the lord that a man can change
Oh Maxwell my boy
What will be your fate
Oh, it’s not too late
Maxwell my boy
What will be your fate
Oh, it’s not too late
Oh, it’s not too late