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