Colonel Maggie Testo

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<BR>

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<BR>

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<BR>

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