Covenant woman got a contract with the Lord
Way up yonder, great will be her reward.
Covenant woman, shining like a morning star,
I know I can trust you to stay the way you are.

And I just got to tell you
I do intend[/C]
To stay closer than any friend.[/C]
I just got to thank you
Once again
For making your prayers [/Bb]known
[/A]Unt[/G]o heave[/Bb]n for m[/A]e[/G]
And to [/Bb]you, [/A] alw[/G]ays, so [/Bb]grateful
[/A]I will for[/G]ever be.
| C . . G |

I’ve been broken, shattered like an empty cup.
I’m just waiting on the Lord to rebuild and fill me up
And I know He will do it ‘cause He’s faithful and He’s true,
He must have loved me so much to send me someone as fine as you.

And I just got to tell you
I do intend
To stay closer than any friend.
I just got to thank you
Once again
For making your prayers known
Unto heaven for me
And to you, always, so grateful
I will forever be.

Covenant woman, intimate little girl
Who knows those most secret things of me that are hidden from the world.
You know we are strangers in a land we’re passing through.
I’ll always be right by your side, I’ve got a covenant too.

And I just got to tell you
I do intend
To stay closer than any friend.
I just got to thank you
Once again
For making your prayers known
Unto heaven for me
And to you, always, so grateful
I will forever be.

Little Maggie (Bob Dylan Version)

Tuning: Standard (Capo 2nd fret)

Transcribed by DWdrummer67.
This is a really cool version from Bob Dylan’s “Good As I Been To You” CD.
It was a little tricky to transcribe, but I think it’s pretty close. Enjoy!

Chord Diagram:

|—————————| Note: The 5th and 7th are from
|–0—-0—-0————–| the capo. So they are
|–2—-0—-1—-7—-5—-| really the 7th and 9th.
|–2—-0—-0—-7—-5—-|
|–0—-2—-2————–|
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Oh, where is little Maggie, over yonder she stands
Rifle on her shoulder, six shooter in her hand

How can I ever stand it, just to see them two blue eyes
Shinin’ like some diamonds, like some diamonds in the sky
Rather be in some lonely hollow, where the sun don’t ever shine
Than to see you be another man’s darling, and to know that you’ll never be mine
Am2, G, E7, G, D, C, Am2
Am2, G, E7, G, D, C, Am2

Well, it’s march me away to the station, with my suitcase in my hand
Yes, march me away to the station, I’m off to some far-distant land
Am2, G, E7, G, D, C, Am2

Sometimes I have a nickel, and sometimes I have a dime
Sometimes I have ten dollars, just to pay for little Maggie’s wine
Am2, G, E7, G, D, C, Am2

Pretty flowers are made for blooming, pretty stars are made to shine
Pretty girls are made for boy’s love, little Maggie was made for mine
Am2, G, E7, G, D, C, Am2

Well, yonder stands little Maggie, with a dram glass in her hand
She’s a drinkin’ down her troubles, over courtin’ some other man

Am2, G, E7, G, D, C, Am2
Am2, G, E7, G, D, C, Am2

1.
How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, ‘n’ how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they’re forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind
 
2.
Yes, ‘n’ how many years can a mountain ex-ist
Before it’s washed to the sea?
Yes, ‘n’ how many years can some people ex-ist
Before they’re al-lowed to be free?
Yes, ‘n’ how many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn’t see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind
 
3.
Yes, ‘n’ how many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, ‘n’ how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, ‘n’ how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind

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|—–3——-3—|———6-3—–|—–3——-3—|—3-6-3-6-3—3-|
|-4h5—-(5)——|————-6—|-4h5—–5——-|————-6—|
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Look out your window, baby there’s a
scene you’d like to catch
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|—–3——-3—|———6-3—–|—–3——-3—|—3-6-3-6-3—–|
|-4h5—-(5)——|————-6—|-4h5—–5——-|————-4-5-|
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The band is playing dixie, a man got his hand outstretched.
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|—–3—6——-|—–6——-6-3-|—–3—6——-|–6————–|
|-4h5————-|—————–|-4h5————-|—————–|
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Could be the Fuhrer, Could be the local priest.
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|—–3——-3—|———6-3—–|—–3——-3—|—3-6-3-6-3—3-|
|-4h5—-(5)——|————-6—|-4h5—–5——-|————-6—|
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You know
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|—–5—8——-|—–8-5-8-5-8-5-|—–5—8——-|—–8-5-8-5—–|
|-6h7————-|—————–|-6h7————-|————-7—|
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some – times Sa – tan comes as a man of peace.
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|—–3——-3—|—————–|—–3-3—–3—|—–3-3———|
|—–3——-3—|—————–|—–3-3—–3—|—–3-3———|
|—–3——-3—|—–3-6—6-3—|—–3-3—–3—|—–3-3—3—3-|
|-4h5—-(5)——|—————–|-4h5—–4h5—–|————-6—|
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Look out your window, baby, there’s a scene you’d like to catch,

The band is playing “Dixie,” a man got his hand outstretched.
Could be the Fuhrer, Could be the local priest.
You know sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.

He got a sweet gift of gab, he got a harmonious tongue,
He knows every song of love that ever has been sung.
Good intentions can be evil,
Both hands can be full of grease.
You know that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.

Well, first he’s in the background, then he’s in the front,
Both eyes are looking like they’re on a rabbit hunt.
Nobody can see through him,
No, not even the Chief of Police.
You know that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.

Well, he catch you when you’re hoping for a glimpse of the sun,
Catch you when your troubles feel like they weigh a ton.
He could be standing next to you,
The person that you’d notice least.
I hear that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.

Well, he can be fascinating, he can be dull,
He can ride down Niagara Falls in the barrels of your skull.
I can smell something cooking,
I can tell there’s going to be a feast.
You know that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.

He’s a great humanitarian, he’s a great philanthropist,
He knows just where to touch you, honey, and how you like to be kissed.
He’ll put both his arms around you,
You can feel the tender touch of the beast.
You know that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.

Well, the howling wolf will howl tonight, the king snake will crawl,
Trees that’ve stood for a thousand years suddenly will fall.
Wanna get married? Do it now,
Tomorrow all activity will cease.
You know that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.

Somewhere Mama’s weeping for her blue-eyed boy,
She’s holding them little white shoes and that little broken toy
And he’s following a star,
The same one them three men followed from the East.
I hear that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.

Chords:
D 000000
A 002100 or 002102
A/E 200100 or 202100
G 020100

D . |A . . . |A . . |D G D G |D G D G |D .
Well, I [A/E]took me a woman late last night,
I’s three-fourths drunk, she looked alrigh[A/E]t.[A/E]
Til she [A/E]started peelin’ off her onion gook,
Took off her wig, said, “How do I look?”
I’s high flyin'. . . bare-naked . . .
Out the window!
Well, sometimes I might get drunk,
Walk like a duck and smell like a skunk.
Don’t hurt me none, don’t hurt my pride
‘Cause I got my little lady right by my side.
She’s a-tryin’ to hide
pretendin’ she don’t know me
I’s out there paintin’ on the old woodshed
When a can a black paint it fell on my head.
I went down to scrub and rub
But I had to sit in back of the tub.
Cost a quarter
half price
Well, my telephone rang it would not stop,
It’s President Kennedy callin’ me up.
He said, “My friend, Bob, what do we need to make the country grow?”
I said, “My friend, John, Brigitte Bardot,
Anita Ekberg, Sophia Loren.”
Country will grow
Well, I got a woman five feet short,
She yells and hollers and screams and snorts.
She tickles my nose, pats me on my head,
rolls me over and kicks me out of bed.
She’s a man eater
meat grinder
bad loser
Oh, there ain’t no use in me workin’ all the time,
I got a woman who works herself blind.
Works up to her bridges, up to her neck,
writes me letters and sends me checks.
She’s a humdinger
Folk singer
Late one day in the middle of the week,
Eyes were closed I was half asleep.
I chased me a woman up the hill,
Right in the middle of an air raid drill.
I jumped a fallout shelter
I jumped a string bean
I jumped a TV dinner
I jumped a shot gun
Now, the man on the stand he wants my vote,
He’s a-runnin’ for office on the ballot note.
He’s out there preachin’ in front of the steeple,
Tellin’ me he loves all kinds-a people.
He’s eatin’ bagels
He’s eatin’ pizza
He’s eatin’ chitlins
Oh, I sat me down on a television floor,
I flip the channel to number four.
Out of the shower comes a football man
With a bottle of oil in his hand.
Greasy kid stuff.
What I want to know, Mr. Football Man, is
What do you do about Willy Mays and Martin Luther King,
Olatunji
Well, the funniest woman I ever seen
Was the great-granddaughter of Mr. Clean.
She takes about fifteen baths a day,
Wants me to grow a mustache on my face.
She’s insane!
Well, ask me why I’m drunk alla time,
It levels my head and eases my mind.
I just walk along and stroll and sing,
I see better days and I do better things.
I catch dinosaurs
I make love to Elizabeth Taylor . . .
Catch hell from Richard Burton!

D7 000210
G 5—– or a full 500003
A 20—- or 20222x

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|-222222222——————–2–
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Well, I’m walkin’ down the highway
With my suitcase in my hand.
Yes, I’m walkin’ down the highway
D7 (riff)
With my suitcase in my hand.
Lord, I really miss my baby,
(riff)
She’s in some far-off land.
Well, your streets are gettin’ empty,
Lord, your highway’s gettin’ filled.
And your streets are gettin’ empty
And your highway’s gettin’ filled.
Well, the way I love that woman,
I swear it’s bound to get me killed.
Well, I been gamblin’ so long,
Lord, I ain’t got much more to lose.
Yes, I been gamblin’ so long,
Lord, I ain’t got much more to lose.
Right now I’m havin’ trouble,
Please don’t take away my highway shoes.
Well, I’m bound to get lucky, baby,
Or I’m bound to die tryin’.
Yes, I’m a-bound to get lucky, baby,
Lord, Lord I’m a-bound to die tryin’.
Well, meet me in the middle of the ocean
And we’ll leave this ol’ highway behind.
Well, the ocean took my baby,
My baby stole my heart from me.
Yes, the ocean took my baby,
My baby took my heart from me.
She packed it all up in a suitcase,
Lord, she took it away to Italy, Italy.
So, I’m a-walkin’ down your highway
Just as far as my poor eyes can see.
Yes, I’m a-walkin’ down your highway
Just as far as my eyes can see.
From the Golden Gate Bridge
All the way to the Statue of Liberty.

I’ve been saved
By the blood of the lamb,
Saved
By the blood of the lamb,
Saved, (saved)
And I’m so glad
Yes, I’m so glad,
Well, I’m so glad,
so glad,
I want to thank You, Lord,[(F#maj7][F#7)]
I want to thank You, Lord,
I want to thank You, Lord.

By His truth I can be upright,
By His strength I do endure,
By His power I’ve been lifted,
In His love I am secure.
He bought me with a price,
Freed me from the pit,
Full of emptiness and wrath
And the fire that burns in it.

I’ve been saved…

Nobody to rescue me,
Nobody would dare,
I was going down for the last time,
But by His mercy I’ve been spared.
Not by works,
But by faith in Him who called,
For so long I’ve been hindered,
For so long I’ve been stalled.

: . . : . . : . . : . .
|—–3—3—————|—3—3——-3—3—|
|—–0—0—————|—0—0——-0—0—|
|—–0—0—————|—0—0——-0—0—|
|—–0—0—2—0——-|———–0———–|
|———————2—|———————–|
|-3———————–|-3———————|
..ground

There’s been rumors of war and wars that have been
The meaning of the life has been lost in the wind
And some people thinkin’ that the end is close by
“Stead of learnin’ to live they are learning to die.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.
I don’t know if I’m smart but I think I can see
When someone is pullin’ the wool over me
And if this war comes and death’s all around
Let me die on this land ‘fore I die underground.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.
There’s always been people that have to cause fear
They’ve been talking of the war now for many long years
I have read all their statements and I’ve not said a word
But now Lawd God, let my poor voice be heard.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.
If I had rubies and riches and crowns
I’d buy the whole world and change things around
I’d throw all the guns and the tanks in the sea
For they are mistakes of a past history.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.
Let me drink from the waters where the mountain streams flood
Let me smell of wildflowers flow free through my blood
Let me sleep in your meadows with the green grassy leaves
Let me walk down the highway with my brother in peace.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.
Go out in your country where the land meets the sun
See the craters and the canyons where the waterfalls run
Nevada, New Mexico, Arizona, Idaho
Let every state in this union seep in your souls.
And you’ll die in your footsteps
Before you go down under the ground.