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