Maggie's Farm - Live, Remastered Songtext - Bob Dylan

Maggie's Farm - Live, Remastered - Bob Dylan

[Verse 1]
I am not going to work on Maggie's farm no more
No, I am not going to work on Maggie's farm no more
Well, I wake up in the morning
Fold my hands and pray for rain
I got a head full of ideas
That are driving me insane
It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor
I am not going to work on Maggie's farm no more

[Verse 2]
I am not going to work for Maggie's brother no more
No, I am not going to 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 having a good time
Then he fines you every time you slam the door
I am not going to work for Maggie's brother more

[Verse 3]
I am not going to work for Maggie's pa no more
No, I am not going t 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 am not going to work for Maggie's pa no more

[Verse 4]
I am not going to work for Maggie's ma no more
No, am not going to work for Maggie's ma no more
Well, when 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 am not going to work for Maggie's ma no more

[Verse 5]
I am not going to work on Maggie's farm no more
I am not going to 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 and I just get bored
I am not going to work on Maggie's farm no more


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