Hal Brooks

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?Charlie and Max? by Hal Brooks

Max and Charlie were out riding fences.
Charlie said, ?Max, I just can?t make any sense
out of these games they play with me, out East.
?These pieces of paper just slip through my hands,
got something to do with owning the land.
Well, just look at it- who could own this land??

CHORUS:
Charlie?s riding home, Max is coming up behind.
Weren?t them warm summer nights
just made for wasting time?
Prarie wide and low, mountains high and white,
and Charlie and Max wasting time on a warm summer night.

Max taught Sport how to walk on the cattle guard
but Charlie saw her from across the yard,
now Max?s horses are all out on the range for the rest of the year.
But there?s a brand-new saddle and a bridle for Christmas.
Max smiles, she give Charlie a kiss,
Charlie says, ?What?s fair is fair.?

CHORUS

Well, the paper piled up higher, then it all fell down
in October, 1929. Charlie moved into town
with his memories, and plenty of time.
Finally went to his last bed and he looked up at Max,
he gave her one last shot of those baby blues,
he said, ?Lass, I?ve lived my life doing right
by the God I know. See that you do, too.?

CHORUS

Charlie?s riding home, now Max is coming up behind.
Don?t it sometime seem just a little too fast, all this passing of time?
Catch a glimpse of the Lord in the sunset light
and Charlie and Max wasting time on a warm summer night.