Little Maggie歌词

作词 : Traditional
作曲 : Traditional
Little Maggie - Bob Dylan

Oh where is little Maggie
Over yonder she stands

Rifle on her shoulder

Six-shooter in her hand

How can I ever stand it

Just to see them two blue eyes

Shinin' like some diamonds

Like some diamonds in the sky

Rather be in some lonely hollow

Where the sun don't ever shine
Than to see you be another man's darling
And to know that you'll never be mine

Well it's march me away to the station
With my suitcase in my hand
Yes march me away to the station
I'm off to some far-distant land

Sometimes I have a nickel
And sometimes I have a dime
Sometimes I have ten dollars
Just to pay for little Maggie's wine
Pretty flowers are made for blooming
Pretty stars are made to shine
Pretty girls are made for boy's love
Little Maggie was made for mine

Well yonder stands little Maggie
With a dram glass in her hand
She's a drinkin' down her troubles
Over courtin' some other man