Little Maggie

Well, yonder stands Little Maggie
Got a dram glass in her hand
And she's drinking down her troubles
She's foolin' some other man

Tell me how can I ever stand it
Just to see those two blues eyes
They are shining like a diamond
The diamond in the sky

Well, sometimes I have a nickel
And sometimes I have a dime
And sometimes I have ten dollars
Just to pay Little Maggie's fine

But she's marching down to the station
Got a suitcase in her hand
She's going for to leave me
She's bound for some far distant land

I'd rather be in some old lonesome holler
Where the sun don't never shine
Than to see her be another man's darlin'
And no longer no darlin' of mine

Well, the last time I seen Little Maggie
She was sittin' by the banks of the sea
Had a .45 strapped around her shoulder
And a banjo on her knee