"Maggie" lyrics
If I told Maggie I loved her once a day
I must have told her twenty times
I always tried never to be one of those guys
Who never paid attention to her whines and she could whine
That woman never once seemed pleased with anything I'd do
And pretty soon old Maggie would make tracks
But she always left a razor on the side wall of the tub
So she'd have a reason to come back
I hear she's combing hair in Memphis and this time gonna stay
But knowing Maggie that won't last for long
I know as sure as heaven I'll look up someday and see
Old Maggie healthy hoofing it back home, she's coming home to me
'Cause I just found this morning stuffed in her pillowcase
That old pink lacy nightgown trimmed in black
And of course there's that old razor on the side wall of the tub
That Maggie always forgets to pack
If I told Maggie I loved her once a day
I must have told her twenty times
I always tried never to be one of those guys
Who never paid attention to her whines and she could whine
That woman never once seemed pleased with anything I'd do
And pretty soon old Maggie would make tracks
But she always left a razor on the side wall of the tub
So she'd have a reason to come back
So she'd have a reason to come back
Margaret, you don't need no reason to come back
I must have told her twenty times
I always tried never to be one of those guys
Who never paid attention to her whines and she could whine
That woman never once seemed pleased with anything I'd do
And pretty soon old Maggie would make tracks
But she always left a razor on the side wall of the tub
So she'd have a reason to come back
I hear she's combing hair in Memphis and this time gonna stay
But knowing Maggie that won't last for long
I know as sure as heaven I'll look up someday and see
Old Maggie healthy hoofing it back home, she's coming home to me
'Cause I just found this morning stuffed in her pillowcase
That old pink lacy nightgown trimmed in black
And of course there's that old razor on the side wall of the tub
That Maggie always forgets to pack
If I told Maggie I loved her once a day
I must have told her twenty times
I always tried never to be one of those guys
Who never paid attention to her whines and she could whine
That woman never once seemed pleased with anything I'd do
And pretty soon old Maggie would make tracks
But she always left a razor on the side wall of the tub
So she'd have a reason to come back
So she'd have a reason to come back
Margaret, you don't need no reason to come back
Writer(s): Don Reid
