Maggie's Farm Lyrics

Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan's Greatest Hits, Vol. 2
Maggie's Farm
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 in the morning,
Fold 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
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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 twenty-four.
I ain't gonna work for maggie's ma 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 sing while you slave and i just get bored.
I ain't gonna work on maggie's farm no more.