MAGGIE`S FARM  ( Bob Dylan )  

I ain’t gonna work on Maggies’s Farm no more

Well, I wake in the morning
Fold my hands and pray for rain
Got a head full of ideas
They are driving me insane
It’s a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor
I ain’t gonna wok on Maggies’s Farm no more

I ain’t gonna work for Maggies’s brother no more
Well, he hands you a nickel
He hands you a dime
He asks you with a grin
If you’re having a good time
Then he fines you every time you slam the door
I ain’t gonna work for Maggies’s brother no more

I ain’t gonna work for Maggies’s pa no more
Well, he puts his cigar
In your face just for kicks
His bedroom window
Is made out of bricks
The National Guard stands around his door
I ain’t gonna work for Maggies’s pa no more

I ain’t gonna work for Maggies’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 twenty-four
I ain’t gonna work for Maggies’s ma no more

I ain’t gonna work on Maggies’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 and I just get bored
I ain’t gonna work on Maggies’s Farm no more