Colonel Maggie is my friend, she got my self respect right back for me
Colonel Maggie is my friend, with good old motherly sweet sympathy
Flat down on the street with a bottle at my feet, gutter life and wine was all I craved
Then she came up to me from the Salvation Army, she thought that I was good enough to save
Colonel Maggie is my friend, she tried to put some pride back into me
Colonel Maggie is my friend, with good old motherly sweet sympathy
She helped me to my feet and she got me off the street, I was far too sick to look ashamed
Some soup and hot tea and a blanket over me, and when we talked she called me by my name
Colonel Maggie is my friend, she tried to put some pride back into me
Colonel Maggie is my friend, with good old motherly sweet sympathy
Well that was years ago, now I don't drink no more, and rest her soul old Maggies dead and gone
And when my will-powers weak, I walk back to that street, and Colonel Maggie seems to walk along
Colonel Maggie is my friend, she tried to put some pride back into me
Colonel Maggie is my friend, with good old motherly sweet sympathy