Bob Dylan — Little Maggie

[Verse 1] Oh, where is little Maggie Over yonder she stands Rifle on her shoulder Six-shooter in her hand [Verse 2] How can I ever stand it Just to see them two blue eyes Shining like some diamonds Like some diamonds in the sky [Verse 3] 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 [Verse 4] 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 [Verse 5] Sometimes I have a nickel And sometimes I have a dime Sometimes I have ten dollars Just to pay for little Maggie's wine [Verse 6] 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 [Verse 7] Well, yonder stands little Maggie With a dram glass in her hand She's a drinking down her troubles Over courting some other man