| I once had a true love, her name was Maggie Brown
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| Her eyes they were the color of the sun burning down
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| And she had hair that smelled like jasmine, I loved her from the start
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| How was I to know she’d have a cold black heart
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| Well Maggie was my true love, the only kiss I knew
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| I’d meet her at the oak tree in the cool evening dew
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| Where we would walk beside the levee our fingers intertwined
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| While the crimson moon gazed through the needles of the pines
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| We’d lay beside each other, staring at the sky
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| Listenin' to the whistlin' of the train blowin' by
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| As it was on it’s way to Macon The town where I was born
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| We’d make love in the darkness, 'til the hours of the morn
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| Waterfalls and rainbows, sweet salvation sin
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| As I lay there sleeping against her golden skin
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| My friends now gather around and listen close
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| The story takes a turn I wasn’t fair young Maggie’s only lover I did learn
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| I went down by the oak tree lookin' for my lass
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| And walked east towards the levee with the sunset in my past
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| And then I ran through briars and brambles, until I finally found
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| My Maggie and her true love there lyin' on the ground
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| My eyes they filled with fire, they didn’t see me there
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| I watched as she made love to him, caressed him with her hair
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| I don’t remember how it happened I guess I just saw red
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| I drew my pistol from my belt and shot them graveyard dead
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| I once loved a maiden her name was Maggie Brown
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| But now I’m riding on a boxcar back to Macon town
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| The setting sun will never let me forget what deed I have done
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| Until the day they hunt me down
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| I’m livin' on the run |