Maggie's Farm (Bob Dylan)

Lyrics

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
Wake in the morning, throw my hands and pray for rain
Got a head full of ideas, they are driving me insane
It's a shame the way they make me scrub the floor
So I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
Cause he puts his cigar out on your face just for kicks
His bedroom window is made out of bricks
The National Guard stands outside his door
So I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
He hands you a nickel, hands you a dime
Asks you with a grin if you're having a good time
And he fines you every time you slam the door
So I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
Talks to all the servants about man and God and law
Everybody says she is the brains behind pa
Well she's 68 but she says she's 54
So 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
I try so very hard to be just like I am
Everybody wants me to be just like them
They sing while you slave and I just get bored
So I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more

No, no more
No, no more
Well I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
No, no more
No, no more
Well I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more...