Little Maggie

1. Oh, where is little Maggie

Over yonder she stands,

Rifle on her shoulder,

Six-shooter in her hand.

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2. How can I ever stand it,

Just to see them two blue eyes,

Shinin' like some diamonds,

Like some diamonds in the sky.

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3. Rather be in some lonely hollow

Where the sun don't ever shine,

Than to see you be another man's darling,

And to know that you'll never be mine.

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4. Well, it's march me away to the station

With my suitcase in my hand,

Yes, march me away to the station,

I'm off to some far-distant land.

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5. Sometimes I have a nickel,

And sometimes I have a dime,

Sometimes I have ten dollars,

Just to pay for little Maggie's wine.

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6. Pretty flowers are made for blooming,

Pretty stars are made to shine,

Pretty girls are made for boy's love,

Little Maggie was made for mine.

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7. Well, yonder stands little Maggie

With a dram glass in her hand,

She's a drinkin' down her troubles

Over courtin' some other man.

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by Bob Dylan (arr)

Copyright 1992 Special Rider Music

First release: Good as I Been to You, 1992

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