Bob Dylan – Little Maggie (Guitar)

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Oh, where is little Maggie

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Over yonder she stands,

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Rifle on her shoulder,

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Six-shooter in her hand.

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How can I ever stand it,

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Just to see them two blue eyes,

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Shinin' like some diamonds,

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Like some diamonds in the sky.

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Rather be in some lonely hollow

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Where the sun don't ever shine,

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Than to see you be another man's darling,

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And to know that you'll never be mine.

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Well, it's march me away to the station

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With my suitcase in my hand,

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Yes, march me away to the station,

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I'm off to some far-distant land.

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Sometimes I have a nickel,

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And sometimes I have a dime,

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Sometimes I have ten dollars,

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Just to pay for little Maggie's wine.

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Pretty flowers are made for blooming,

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Pretty stars are made to shine,

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Little Maggie was made for mine.

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Well, yonder stands little Maggie

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With a dram glass in her hand,

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She's a drinkin' down her troubles

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Over courtin' some other man.