Maxwell - The Infamous Stringdusters

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