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