Album Name

Dylan (2CD Special Edition)

Artist

Bob Dylan

Genre

POP

Release Date

2007.10.11

Release Agency

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Maggie`s Farm - Bob Dylan
I ain't gonna work on
maggie's farm no more
No I ain't gonna work on
maggie's farm no more
Well I wake up in the morning
Hold my hands
and pray for rain
I got a head full of ideas
That are drivin' me insane
It's a shame the way
she makes me scrub the floor
I ain't gonna work on
maggie's farm no more

I ain't gonna work for
maggie's brother no more
No I ain't gonna work for
maggie's brother no more
Well he hands you a nickel
He hands you a dime
He asks you with a grin
If you're havin' a good time
Then he fines you every time
you slam the door
I ain't gonna work for
maggie's brother no more

I ain't gonna work for
maggie's pa no more
No I ain't gonna work for
maggie's pa no more
Well he puts his cigar
Out in your face
just for kicks
His bedroom window
It is made out of bricks
The national guard
stands around his door
Ah I ain't gonna work for
maggie's pa no more

I ain't gonna work for
maggie's ma no more
No I ain't gonna work for
maggie's ma no more
Well she talks to
all the servants
About man and God and law
Everybody says
She's the brains behind pa
She's sixty eight
but she says she's fifty four
I ain't gonna work for
maggie's ma no more

I ain't gonna work on
maggie's farm no more
I ain't gonna work on
maggie's farm no more
Well I try my best
To be just like I am
But everybody wants you
To be just like them
They sing while you slave
and I just get bored
I ain't gonna work on
maggie's farm no more