Go to sleep little Maggie, when you're layin' in your bed,
And you ain't got no one instead, but me.
Don't reach your hand out to another, when you wanna reach me,
I'll be back in a week, stay put for now.
Go to sleep little Maggie, don't put on your lipstick,
Or your hands around some Dick or Tom.
Or some dirty Harry, wherever he may roam,
So just smoke a joint and go, to sleep for now.
We'll take my picture by the railroad track,
I'm gonna see my Maggie and I won't be back,
Tell the brakeman to hustle 'til we hit the stacks,
I'ma throw my ever-loving arms around her neck,
And we'll keep this engine rollin' like a real machine,
Like a fog-pounding driver that you've never seen,
If you don't believe a word you'd better split the scene,
For I'm bound to see my baby down in New Orleans.
Go to sleep little Maggie,
When you're laying in your bed,
And you ain't got no one instead,
from Letters from an Old Trunk
released April 23, 2013
Cameron Scoggins - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Corey Gerstenfeld - Harmony Vocals
Alex Jenkins - Double Bass
Russell Durham - Violin
Kyle Brightwell - Cajon, percussion
Char Prescott - Cello
Don & Jan - Organ
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