Intro
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Oh, where is little Maggie
C
Over yonder she stands,
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Rifle on her shoulder,
C
Six-shooter in her hand.
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How can I ever stand it,
C
Just to see them two blue eyes,
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Shinin' like some diamonds,
C
Like some diamonds in the sky.
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Rather be in some lonely hollow
C
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.
F
Well, it's march me away to the station
C
With my suitcase in my hand,
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Yes, march me away to the station,
F
I'm off to some far-distant land.
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Sometimes I have a nickel,
C
And sometimes I have a dime,
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Sometimes I have ten dollars,
F
Just to pay for little Maggie's wine.
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Pretty flowers are made for blooming,
C
Pretty stars are made to shine,
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Pretty girls are made for boy's love,
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Little Maggie was made for mine.
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Well, yonder stands little Maggie
C
With a dram glass in her hand,
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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!