| | D | C | G |
| | Wake up, Maggie, I | think I got some-thing to | say to you: |
| | D | C | G |
| It's | late September and I | really should be | back at school.
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| | C | G | C | D |
| I | know I keep you amused, | but I | feel I'm being | used.
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| | Am | Bm | Am7 |
| Oh, | Maggie, I couldn't have | tried any mo | re.
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| | Am | D | Am |
| You | lured me away from home, | just to save | you from being alone.
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| | D | Am | D |
| | You s | tole my heart and | that's what really hurts.
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| | G | D | C | G |
| | The | morning sun, when it's | in your face really | shows your age.
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| | D | C | G |
| But | that don't worry me no | ne; in my eyes you're | everything.
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| | C | G | C |
| I lau | ghed at all of your j | okes, my l | ove you didn't need to coax,
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| | D | Am | Bm |
| | Oh, | Maggie I couldn't have | tried any more.
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| | Am | D | Am |
| You l | ured me away from home, | just to | save you from being alone.
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| | D | Am | D |
| | Yo | u stole my soul that's | a pain I can do without.
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| | G | D | C | G |
| | | All I need was a | friend to lend a | guiding hand.
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| | D | C | G |
| But you | turned into a lover and | Mother what a lover your | wore me out.
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| | C | G | C |
| All you | did was wreck my b | ed, and in the | morning kick me in the head,
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| | D | Am | Bm | Am |
| | Oh, | Maggie I couldn't have | tried any m | ore.
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| | Bm | Am | D | Am |
| | You l | ured me away from home, | 'cause you | did'nt want to be alone.
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| | D | Am | D |
| | You s | tole my heart I couldn't | leave you if I tried.
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| I suppose I could collect my books and get back to school.
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| | D | C | G |
| Or s | teal my daddy's cue and | make a living out of | playing pool.
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| | C | G | C |
| Or f | ind myself a rock and roll ban | d that n | eeds a helping hand,
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| | D | Am | Bm | Am |
| | Oh, | Maggie, I wish I'd | never seen your f | ace.
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| | D |
| You made a first class fool out of m | e,
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| | Am | D |
| but I'm as | blind as a fool can be. |
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| | Am | D | C7 |
| You | stole my heart, but I l | ove you | anyway.
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| | G | Am | C |
| | Maggie, I wish | I never seen your f | ace.
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| | G | Am | C |
| | I'll get on back | home one of these | days.
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