Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Little Maggie

Gun-toting Maggie
Dropped me for another man.
I left, she's drinking.

I don't know much about "Little Maggie," but found a blog run by someone named Richard Matteson who says that it's a "white blues" song from the isolated mountains and hollows of rural Virginia. Judging by the lyrics, she's a catch for men who enjoy hard-drinking women who shoot guns. Bob Dylan recorded this song for the 1992 album "Good As I Been to You."

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.

1 comment:

  1. Hello there Robert, thank you for posting this song. Come and join us inside Bob Dylan's Music Box and listen to every song composed, recorded or performed by Bob Dylan.