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