Title: Maggie's Farm
Artist: Bob Dylan
Album: 2006-08-13 Columbus, OH (Track #1)
Duration: 04:54
Label: Sony Music Entertainment
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 mornin', fold my hands an' 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 everytime 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
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 her servants about man an' god an' law
Everybody says she's the brain behind pa
She's sixty eight but she says she's fifty four
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more.
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 try my best to be just like i am
But everybody wants you to be just like them
They say "Sing while you slave" an' i just get bored
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.