Over yonder she stands
Rifle on her shoulder
Six-shooter in her hand.
Just to see them two blue eyes
Shinin' like some diamonds
Like some diamonds in the sky.
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.
With my suitcase in my hand
Yes, march me away to the station
I'm off to some far-distant land.
And sometimes I have a dime
Sometimes I have ten dollars
Just to pay for little Maggie's wine.
Pretty stars are made to shine
Pretty girls are made for boy's love
Little Maggie was made for mine.
With a dram glass in her hand
She's a-drinkin' down her troubles
Over courtin' some other man.