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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Rod Stewart
Chant
Martin Quittenton
Guitare acoustique
Ian McLagan
Orgue Hammond
Mick Waller
Batterie
Pete Sears
Célesta
Ray Jackson
Mandoline
Ron Wood
Guitare électrique
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Rod Stewart
Paroles/Composition
Martin Quittenton
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Paroles
Wake up Maggie
I think I got something to say to you
It's late September and I really should be back at school
I know I keep you amused
But I feel I'm being used
Oh Maggie, I couldn't have tried anymore
You led me away from home
Just to save you from being alone
You stole my heart and that's what really hurts
The morning sun when it's in your face
Really shows your age
But that don't worry me none, in my eyes you're everything
I laughed at all of your jokes
My love you didn't need to coax
Oh Maggie, I couldn't have tried anymore
You led me away from home
Just to save you from being alone
You stole my soul and that's a pain I can do without
All I needed was a friend to lend, a guiding hand
But you turned into a lover
And Mother what a lover, you wore me out
All you did was wreck my bed
And in the morning kick me in the head
Oh Maggie I couldn't have tried anymore
You led me away from home
'Cause you didn't want to be alone
You stole my heart, I couldn't leave you if I tried
I suppose I could collect my books and get on back to school
Or steal my daddy's cue and make a living out of playing pool
Or find myself a rock and roll band
That needs a helpin' hand
Oh Maggie, I wished I'd never seen your face
You made a first-class fool out of me
But I'm as blind as a fool can be
You stole my heart but I love you anyway
Maggie, I wished I'd never seen your face
I'll get on back home, one of these days
Writer(s): Martin Quittenton, Roderick David Stewart
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