歌曲 | Little Maggie |
歌手 | Bob Dylan |
歌手 | Barbara Dane |
专辑 | Bob Dylan's Greenwich Village: Sounds from the Scene in 1961 |
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作词 : Traditional | |
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 | |
MaggieWith a dram glass in her hand | |
She's a-drinkin' down her troubles | |
Over courtin' some other man |
zuo ci : Traditional | |
Oh, where is little | |
Maggie ? Over yonder she stands | |
Rifle on her shoulder | |
Sixshooter 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 fardistant 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 | |
MaggieWith a dram glass in her hand | |
She' s adrinkin' down her troubles | |
Over courtin' some other man |
zuò cí : Traditional | |
Oh, where is little | |
Maggie ? Over yonder she stands | |
Rifle on her shoulder | |
Sixshooter 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 fardistant 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 | |
MaggieWith a dram glass in her hand | |
She' s adrinkin' down her troubles | |
Over courtin' some other man |