Max's Music Place, Song Lyrics for Show 3.

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.It's Greek To Me.

(Max Robinson)
April 2, 1995.

We have owned a VCR since
nineteen eighty seven
Then I was put on second shift
from three to eleven
I could not miss my favorites "Jag"
and "N. Y. P. D. Blue"
I read "timed record instructions"
but I don't have a clue.

And now I see it's Greek to me
Sometimes I think I'm sinking in quicksand
Just check and see and you'll agree
It is too deep to ever understand

Lost in a big city, I sure

need an explanation
of road maps, streets and signs so I
stopped at a gas station
The man gave me directions that
would make an Einstein cry
I did not understand them and
there was no use to try.

And now I see it's Greek to me
It feels the same as sinking in quicksand
Just check and see and you'll agree
It is too deep to ever understand

I tried to do my income tax

worked at it every night
It didn't matter how I toiled
it wouldn't come out right
I read over the instructions
and fought to work it out
I hit my head against the wall
and now there is no doubt

It's Greek to me; I guarantee;
It is the same as sinking in quicksand
Just check and see and you'll agree
It is too deep to ever understand

Oh yes it is too deep for any mere mortal

to ever understand.

I'm Looking For the Highway.

(Max Robinson)
January 4, 1996.

A young man has the wanderlust
we never know why
He leaves his hometown if he has
to stay he thinks he'll die.
The years role by and now he feels
a pull that's growing strong
And almost without knowing he
begins to sing this song.

Chorus:

I'm looking for the highway that

will lead me back home.
The memories of days gone by
are bright as polished chrome
That is where my roots are, why
did I decide to roam?
I'm looking for the highway that
will lead me back home.

The cities call and people leave
their country lives behind.
They don't know how rich they were
for money strikes them blind.
They have big houses, fine cars and
high state in other's eyes
Why are they so unhappy? Then
one day they realize.

Chorus

They say you can't go home again

no matter how you try.
But I'll recall my place of birth
until the day I die.
The highways you can drive shown
on maps are the wrong kind
The highway that will lead me home
is deep inside my mind.

Chorus

Down In the Valley.

(Public Domain.)

Down in the valley, The valley so low,
Hang your head over, Hear the wind blow.

Hear the wind blow love, Hear the wind blow,
Hang your head over, Hear the wind blow.

Roses love sunshine, Violets love dew,
Angels in Heaven, Know I love you.

Know I love you dear, Know I love you,
Angels in Heaven, Know I love you.

Write me a letter. Containing three lines
Answer my question Will you be mine.

Will you be mine love, Will you be mine,
Answer my question Will you be mine.

Down in the valley, The valley so low,
Hang your head over, Hear the wind blow.

Hear the wind blow love, Hear the wind blow,
Hang your head over, Hear the wind blow.

The Grass Is Always Greener.

(Max Robinson)
August 25, 1996.
Revised Jan. 31, 1999.

Those people brought up on a farm
will move to town one day
The country calls to town folk
so they pack and move away
Each one thinks that life is better
in the other place
So they run away from problems
they don't care to face.

Chorus:

The grass is always greener on

the far side of the fence
People think so even though
there is no evidence
You look at someone else and wonder
"how do we compare?"
What every one forgets is that
we shouldn't care.

People who are skinny try to
eat more and get fat
While all those who are over weight
don't want to look like that
No one's ever happy it's
too slim or too much beef
The main result of this is
to cause a lot of grief.

Chorus

In winter we complain about

the cold and want it warm
In summer we say it's too hot
and wish for a snow storm
It seems we're never happy it's
to dry or too much rain
It must be human nature to
sit there and complain.

Chorus

A Rich man envies poor folk thinks

they're happy all the time
Trusting they're without care though
they haven't got a dime
If he was really sure he
would give his wealth away
But ask him why he doesn't he
says "That'll be the day".

Chorus

What Is Love?

(Max Robinson)
April 10, 1996.

Can love be weighed out in ounces and pounds?
Can you measure out love like the miles between towns?
Can you count it like money saying "one, two and three"
Please say how much you love me?

Love can not be numbered or measured that way
You can't count it up like your weekly pay
Asking how much I love you, you don't have to plead
I will love you as much as you need.

Is your love as strong as if made of steel?
Is your love endless as the rim of a wheel?
Is it tall as a mountain and wide as the sea?
What kind of love can you give me?

My love is much stronger than mere steel could be
My love will last longer than eternity
It fills up the cosmos perhaps three or four
My love is all these things and more.

So you've talked all around love and said what it's not
You have used some cliches that have been heard a lot
You have made rhyming verses to answer a quiz
Can you tell me what love really is?

Love is patient and trusting, humble and kind
Love is giving and sharing, polite and refined
Love's rejoicing in right and forgiving of wrong
Believes all, endures a life long.

I remember when I was
no more than three or four
Listening to the radio
while playing on the floor.
I learned the words by heart to all
the songs they played;
And sang along with every one
to pass the long, long day.
My favorite cowboy shows were
Tom Mix and "The Lone Ranger";
They always ended "The Tom Mix Show"
by leaving him in danger.
"The F. B. I. In Peace and War",
"The Shadow" and "The Thin Man"
Would solve the crime and catch the crook
in half an hour's time span.

The Pictures On My Radio.

(Max Robinson)
May 27, 1993.
Revised Aug. 4, 1998.

I can't hear shows like "Fibber McGee

and Molly" any more;
I laughed until I cried when he
opened that closet door.
I shivered in the cold with
Sergeant Preston and old King;
And I stood on the stage
and sang duets with Bing.
It was nineteen fifty when I
saw my first TV,
I was disappointed in
the pictures I could see.
The pictures on my radio were
in color and life size;
But TV pictures were all gray
and tiny to my eyes.

The golden age of radio

has been gone for years
As I explore the dial today
my eyes are filled with tears
News morning, noon and night
or endless call in shows
I wonder if it's worth restoring
vintage radios.
But sometimes as I spin the dial
late into the night,
I hear a sound and my
imagination takes flight
Once again Lone Ranger rides
as he did long ago
And in my mind I see those pictures
on my radio.

Full of the Moon.

(Max Robinson)
August 13, 1998.

On a night when the moon was full
The sea and I felt its pull
I walked with you on the beach
At first you seemed out of reach
Then you came to me as the tide to the shore
We had never loved that way before.

Chorus:

I was FULL OF THE MOON on a night of enchantment
I was high as a hot-air balloon
I fell in love with you and the moonlight
On the night of the FULL OF THE MOON.

The moon may wax and wane
Our love will always remain
We go through life hand in hand
As close as the sea to the land
Now when I see you in the moonlight
I remember that magical night.

Chorus

Big Jim's A-Comin'.

(Max Robinson)
May 17, 1995.
Revised Jan. 4, 2000.

The word spread through the western town
and brave men shook with fear
"Big Jim's a-comin'" was the cry
"about noon he'll be here."
There's no one left around these parts
who's ever seen the guy
They're either dead or gone back east
they'd rather leave than die.

Some say Big Jim is just a man

those stories can't be true
But some say "I won't risk my life
to prove a point, would you?"
Big Jim is like the tail about
the fish that got away;
As the yarn is retold he
gets bigger every day.

They all left town except for the

man who owned the saloon
He stayed on duty at his bar.
Exactly at high-noon
A giant of a man burst through
the double swinging doors
He roared "I'll have a beer or some
one's head. It might be yours."

The barkeep stayed there even though

he was a basket case
He knew if he hightailed it now
this guy would wreck the place.
The big man stood the owner said
"You want another beer?"
"Ain't no time, Big Jim's a-comin'.
And I ain't stayin' here."