Текст песни Bob Dylan - Little Maggie, слова песни Bob Dylan

Текст песни Bob Dylan - Little Maggie

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1. oh, where is little maggieOver yonder she stands,Rifle on her shoulder,Six-shooter in her hand.2. how can I ever stand it,Just to see them two blue eyes,Shinin like some diamonds,Like some diamonds in the sky.3. rather be in some lonely hollowWhere the sun dont ever shine,Than to see you be another mans darling,And to know that youll never be mine.4. well, its march me away to the stationWith my suitcase in my hand,Yes, march me away to the station,Im off to some far-distant land.5. sometimes I have a nickel,And sometimes I have a dime,Sometimes I have ten dollars,Just to pay for little maggies wine.6. pretty flowers are made for blooming,Pretty stars are made to shine,Pretty girls are made for boys love,Little maggie was made for mine.7. well, yonder stands little maggieWith a dram glass in her hand,Shes a drinkin down her troublesOver courtin some other man.

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Little Maggie

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