Max Layton 2 THE MAX

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I GOT MY SHOES ON, BABY

I've got my shoes on, baby
I'm heading out the door
Change in my pocket
You won't see me anymore

And if I've been a burden
I will lighten your load
If I've been a burden
I'll walk on down that road

When we first met you looked a little sad
I gave you my loving, gave you all I had
But as time passed that look came back to your eye
As time passed that look was saying goodbye

They say life's a highway but they won't say where it goes
I think I know by now, that's why I walk real slow
And once in a while when I find a place to rest
I try to bring a smile, I try my very best

 

ALWAYS BEEN A LONER

Picked tobacco in Tillsonburg
Laid track in The Pas
I’ve been a logger and a bedspread cutter
Step ahead of the law

I’ve always been a loner
And I see you are a loner too
I’ve always been a loner
I’d like to be alone with you

I could have been a lawyer
Raking in piles of dough
But I preferred living by my own code
So the dough came in slow

I lived in a room so small
Even the mice looked tall
Roaches in the ashtrays
In the sink and in the walls

I see you every day in the same café
Typing on your iPad
You sit alone and drink a cup of coffee
You look a little sad

I see you are a loner
And I’m a loner too
I’ve always been a loner
I’d like to be alone with you

 

MISS YOU THE MOST

I’ll miss the mountains
I’ll miss the plains
I’ll miss the sunlight
I’ll miss the rain
But of all the beauty earth can boast
Honey, it’s you I’ll miss the most

Honey, when I finally give up the ghost
It’s you I’ll miss the most
When I’m singing with the heavenly host
It’s you I’ll miss the most

I’ll miss the summer and the cool of our lakes
I’ll miss the winter and the heat our loving makes
I’ll miss the ocean, I’ll miss the coast
But, honey, it’s you I’ll miss the most

When I stumble, when I fall
It’s you I’ll miss most of all

I’ll miss the house, I’ll miss the car
I’ll miss the bed where we came as we are
I’ll miss the mornings of talk and toast
But, honey, it’s you I’ll miss the most

 

TALKIN’ JOUAL

As tu de beurre?” “Mais oui,” je dit.
I pass her the butter and she sits down with me
We’re in a small cafė on Rue St. Denis
We’re talkin’ joual and I know what she means

Talkin’ joual in Montreal
Singin’ “Mon Pays” and the blues
Tearin’ down the walls of our solitude
If only she’d been lonely too

On a soap box stage a chansonnier
Chante un chanson de Claude Leveillé
She tells me her name is Marie-France
And after a while we dance to Georges Brassens

Back in her room she plays Charlebois
The words to “Lindbergh” fill me with awe
And I fall into a dream as I lay back on her bed
Mais pourquoi faut-il que ce n’est qu’un rêve?

Un pays compris de nous deux
Tu peut le voir dans mes yeux
I had a dream, it’s coming true
One country for me and you

 

JOHN HORNBY

My name’s John Hornby, I live in the Barren Lands
Far from the city, from civilised man
They made me use my gun during World War One
Now I walk alone, I watch the river run

Call me crazy or don’t call me at all
You can keep your Charleston, I’d rather crawl
Three miles around a lake to eat the last of my bait
Dragging my frozen leg until it doesn’t ache

And I wish to God I’d never seen this country
Whose beauty can steal your very soul
It’s a land of feast or famine
Where I starved before I froze

What some men suffer for the sake of fame
I did for nothing, just to keep me sane
Back to my cabin, to boil a pot of snow
Then back to my traps again because you never know

I’d rather take my life than bring our world of strife
To here where the candle light cuts the dark like a knife

 

WHEN LOVERS PART

Sun on the ocean, the world’s a blur
He may be watching but you can’t be sure
The moon’s rivers are cold and dry
When lovers part there are tears in their eyes

Oh, lonely, so lonely
Ah, what a shame
Oh, lonely, so lonely
That’s love by another name

Dog’s in the manger, the cat’s a stray
Looked like such a good time for the mice to play
Too bad, baby, someone found out
You hear him whisper but you see him shout

Moon on the water, wind in the trees
A man’s cologne is on the breeze
You close your windows, you shut your door
You hear his footsteps coming back for more

 

GIVE ME ONE MORE CHANCE

I’ve been dissed, I’ve been disowned
I’ve been dismissed and I’ve been alone
I’ve been blinded by the light
So when I left I thought I’d be all right

Aw, give me one more chance
Next time around, I’ll learn how to dance
To your tune
I’ll get down on my knees and I’ll worship you
I’ll do anything you want me to do
Aw, give me one more chance

Give me your word and I’ll give you my voice
Show me the way and I’ll make that choice
Tell me to suffer and you’ll hear my cry
I got no excuse, I got alibi

Looking up at a cloudless sky
I wish you could tell me the reason why
And staring back from empty space
I wish you could whisper your hiding place

And give me one more chance
Give me a second chance
Give me another chance

 

STORY OF MY LIFE

I was born when the war was news
Hiroshima, Nagasaki too
Burning bodies, six million Jews
I was four for the Korean War
I was a man for Viet Nam
And that's the story of how my life began

So I got married, and had a kid
I was hoping I'd be rid
Of that unsettled feeling in everything I did
But I was wrong, the marriage didn't last very long
Unlike the fear we had of the atom bomb
And that's the story of how my life drifted

And then there were other lovers and other fears
When we parted, not a tear
Like the Soviet Union, I just disappeared
But times have changed and so have I
Now there’s other wars for other guys
And that’s the story of how my life shifted

I made some choices I’d never choose
It took twenty years but I paid my dues
I met a good woman and she healed my bruise
And looking back on all those bombs and guns
The best thing I ever did was I stuck by someone
And that's the story of how my life goes on

 

MY COLOURING BOOK

There’s my house so white and my willow tree
I used to climb out my window and down it when I had to get free
There’s my yellow dog and my calico cat in the sky
And there’s my mommy and my daddy, and there am I

There’s my favourite field and my favourite creek
We were pirates every summer and we sailed it when we had to get free
There’s my gang of friends, you see they’re waving goodbye
And there’s my mommy and my daddy, and there am I

There’s my dad and me walking down the street
He puts his hand on my shoulder and he tells me he’s got to get free
He’s a poet, you see, and poets can’t live a lie
I say I understand, and then I cry

There’s my mom
There’s my dad
Best I ever had

Well, my mom’s an artist, she tells me to paint what I see
So I draw my white house and my willow tree
And though the people are sticks and the colour runs outside the lines
There’s my mommy and my daddy, and there am I

 

THE JESUS SONG

He knew the danger
Of talking too quickly of love
Yet he’d tell a stranger
The stranger had hated enough

And he tried to find the best in mankind
Even when we played rough
Maybe that’s why we spilled his blood on a hill
And sent him home on the wings of a dove

By the sweat on his brow
By the dust in his mouth
By the way that he cried out loud
I know he cried for us
I know he cried for us

Born in a manger
A rabbi who worked with his hands
He was the changer
Who gave us all a chance

But when we heard his beautiful word
Some of us said that’s too tough
Maybe that’s why we spilled his blood on a hill
And sent him home on the wings of a dove

By the sun in his eyes
By the flies on his skin
By the way he died for us
I know he lives within
I know he lives within

 

AIN’T NO BRIDGE

I’ve got the blues, I’ve got them bad
I’ve got the blues, worst I’ve ever had
If these blues don’t kill me
Gonna drive me mad

When I was young, women knocking down my door
When I was young, I could hardly keep score
Ah, but now that I’m old
They don’t want me no more

When the sun shines, future’s bright and bold
When the sun shines, streets are paved with gold
Ah, but the sun don’t shine
When you’re grey and old

The gift of life is like a parking sign
It’s a gift all right, but there’s a hell of a fine
If you stay too long
Why, you wind up dying

At the end of the road there’s a muddy ditch
There’s a pile of trash and a rusted fridge
There’s a river flowing by
But there ain’t no bridge

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