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