Timid Maggie Mae

She drove up from Tennesse today
The girl I’d know as the timid Maggie Mae
She’d collected in her head
Wrecking balls that I had said to her
With a full tank of gas and a fire on her ass, Maggie Mae
Year ago she took my first name
Took it to a tattoo man in Maine
To have it put on her arm
Where she never saw the harm in it
And now it’s covered with an X
And she’s waiting for the next name to come
And the sun shines upon my head
And it forgives every word I said
Oh, the sun gets me out of bed
To face another day
She collected all the shit she had
That belonged to me and made her feel so bad
Pictures and a shirt or two,
A copy of A Way to Blue (?)
They’d been in a box
It was ready for the drop, Maggie Mae
This had all been boiling for too long (?)
The girl who’d been named for a Rod Stewart song
Was on her way to let the money down (?)
And string me up all over town
But the truth rolls off her tongue,
Like it did when we were young
And the sun shines upon my head
And it forgives every word I said
Oh, the sun gets me out of bed
And the sun shines upon my head
And I regret every word I said
Oh, the sun gets me out of bed