It was late in the morning of November,
She was loading up her wagon in the rain.
Said she'd be back in the morning,
But she never came through here again.

I'd see her in the market,
She never had much to spend,
These days the market's an old parking lot
And she never came through here again.

Maxine, Maxine, Maxine, Maxine

Time plays tricks on your memory,
It's been a long weekend,
She said she'd be back here by Monday,
But never came through here again.

Some say a saucer landed,
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They found her blue serape on the ground
And she never came through here again.

Maxine, Maxine, Maxine, Maxine.

I bought a tabloid paper,
She was rumored to be in,
Was a photo of a woman on a llama,
But she never came through here again.

And if you should see her,
She may be old by then,
Tell her that I miss her and you can ask her when
She's ever coming through here again.

Maxine, Maxine, Maxine, Maxine.