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| F E | "Oh I know that you are an artist" she said |
| AmF CE | "For you make your songs out of clay |
| F E | You carry the dust on your hands and your face |
| AmF C | You never quite brushed it away |
| F Dm | You were trying to chisel a perfect truth |
| C G | When the instrument broke in your hand |
| Dm F | Now you sit all alone on the greenhouse roof |
| Esus4 E | With your shoes full of sand" |
| Am C G F | And the golden rays of the sun divide, in the slanting mists of the rain |
| C E Am | And Maggie is on the road again |
| F E | "Oh I know that you were a sailor" she said |
| AmF CE | "Till you came too close to the shore |
| F E | And like any shipwrecked sailor now |
| AmF C | You live by an open door |
| F Dm | And when evening sails in the masts of the trees |
| C G | Your feet seem to slip on the ground |
| Dm F | And you long for the little ship |
| Esus4 E | In which you can safely drown" |
| Am C G F | And the silver mounds of the waves divide, at the feet of the wind and the rain |
| C E Am | And Maggie is far at sea again |
| F E | "0h I know that you were an outlaw" she said |
| AmF C E | "And you robbed both the rich and the poor |
| F E | Now you seek my bed like a sanctuary |
| AmF C | But you keep one eye on the door |
| F Dm | And you press my hand in the dead of the night |
| C G | And say I can heal all your wounds |
| Dm F | In the morning your eyes just look hunted again |
| Esus4 E | You'll be leaving soon" |
| Am C G F | And the silver, rays of the moon divide, in the slanting mists of the rain |
| C E Am | And Maggie is on the prowl again |
| F E | "So I know that you are an artist" she said |
| AmF CE | "And you make your songs out of clay |
| F E | For you carry the dust on your hands and your face |
| AmF C | You never quite brushed it away |
| F Dm | And you work with your back to an open door |
| C G | While the light is beginning to fade |
| Dm F | And the windows are liquid the sky is alive |
| Esus4 E | And the night is jade" |
| Am C G F | And the silver rays of the moon divide, in the slanting mists of the rain |
| C E Am | And Maggie is on the road again |
| Am C G F | And the silver rays of the moon divide, at the feet of the wind and the rain |
| C E Am | And Maggie, I'm at your door again |
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