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
 Maxwell my boy
 What will be your fate
 Oh Oh 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 there, standing still
 Looking back as I neared the end, yeah no one there to call a friend
 All he had was all he owned, behind the silent walls of stone
 Maxwell my boy
 What will be your fate
 Oh, oh, 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 it's song, yeah and I regret all I've done
 I recall those darkest days, and thank the lord that an can change
 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