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