I had a little secret I kept to myself
In a little black room, in a little black house
I drew the curtains closed and
Cut off every spec of life
Affixed my little secret pinpoint precise
And the days grew dark just as night was dim
Should you care to notice there is no difference
Maggie, Maggie, Maggie
Maggie, Maggie, Maggie
I sung to the looms and the possums in the trees
Smoked my cigarettes and let their ashes fall on me
They'd fall on to the bed and on my neck as I lay
And I smile in amuse to know her burn left no pain
Maggie, Maggie, Maggie
Maggie, Maggie, Maggie
And what comes from sorrow made of black tar sin?
Body frail, been to jail, may never wake again
And some look on with pity and some with hate
But she looks on me now and my little blackheart breaks
Maggie, Maggie, Maggie
Maggie, Maggie, Maggie