Intro
A, A, A, E, E, E, E, E,
B
Oh, where is little Maggie
F#
Over yonder she stands,
E
Rifle on her shoulder,
F#
Six-shooter in her hand.
B
How can I ever stand it,
F#
Just to see them two blue eyes,
E
Shinin' like some diamonds,
F#
Like some diamonds in the sky.
B
Rather be in some lonely hollow
F#
Where the sun don't ever shine,
E
Than to see you be another man's darling,
B
And to know that you'll never be mine.
B
Well, it's march me away to the station
F#
With my suitcase in my hand,
E
Yes, march me away to the station,
B
I'm off to some far-distant land.
B
Sometimes I have a nickel,
F#
And sometimes I have a dime,
E
Sometimes I have ten dollars,
B
Just to pay for little Maggie's wine.
B
Pretty flowers are made for blooming,
F#
Pretty stars are made to shine,
E
Pretty girls are made for boy's love,
B
Little Maggie was made for mine.
B
Well, yonder stands little Maggie
F#
With a dram glass in her hand,
E
She's a drinkin' down her troubles
B
Over courtin' some other man.
Sorry If wrong I haven't heard this Dylan song a lot.
Overall, enjoy!