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