Colonel Maggie

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<BR> 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<BR> 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<BR> 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<BR> 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 along