Bob Dylan's Garage Studio, Malibu, CA - late july -- early august 1992
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 diamond, like some diamond in the sky.
Rather be in some lonely hollow, where the sun don't every shine
Than see you be another man's darlin' and to know that you'll never be mine
Well it's march me away to the station with my suitcase in my hand
Yeah it's march me away to the station, I'm off to some far just land.
Sometimes I have a nickle and sometimes I have a dime
Sometimes I have ten dollars just to pay little Maggie whose mine.
Pretty flowers are made for bloomin', pretty stars are made to shine
Pretty girls are made for boys' love, little Maggie was made for mine
Well yonder stands little Maggie with a dram glass in her hand
She's drinkin' down her troubles over courtin' some other man