Colonel Maggie is my friend she got my self respect right back for me Colonel Maggie is my friend with good old motherly sweet sympathy
Flat down on the street with a bottle at my feet Gutter life and wine was all I craved Then she came up to me from the Salvation Army She thought that I was good enough to save
Colonel Maggie is my friend she tried to put some pride back into me Colonel Maggie is my friend with good old motherly sweet sympathy
She helped me to my feet and she got me off the street I was far too sick to look ashamed Some soup and hot tea and a blanket over me And when we talked she called me by my name
Well that was years ago now I don't drink no more And rest her soul old Maggies dead and gone And when my will-powers weak I walk back to that street And Colonel Maggie seems to walk alongTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
