Little Maggie
Yonder standsLIttle Maggie With her dream glass in her hand She's drinkin' away her troubles, oh lord And foolin' another man Marching down to the station Cash in my hand Going away for to leave you Going to some far-off land Pretty flowers were made for blooming Pretty stars were made to shine Pretty girls were made for lovin' Little Maggie were made to be mine How can I ever stand it Just to see two blue eyes Shining like the diamonds The diamonds in the sky