(Bob Dylan)
I ain`t gonna work on Maggie`s farm no more
I ain`t gonna work on Maggie`s farm no more
I wake up every morning
hold my hands and pray for rain
I`ve got a head full of ideas
driving me insane
It`s a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor
well, I ain`t gonna work on Maggie`s farm no more
Well, I ain`t gonna work for Maggie`s brother no more
I ain`t gonna work for Maggie`s brother no more
He hands you a nickel
he hands you a dime
He asks you and your friends
if you`re having a good time
He blames you every time you slam the door
Well, I ain`t gonna work on Maggie`s farm no more
Well, I ain`t gonna work for Maggie`s Pa no more
I ain`t gonna work for Maggie`s Pa no more
He stubs his cigarette out in your face just for kicks
his bedroom window is made out of bricks
And the National Guard are standing at his door
well, I ain`t gonna work on Maggie`s farm no more
Well, I ain`t gonna work for Maggie`s mother no more
I ain`t gonna work for Maggie`s mother no more
She talks to all the servants about man and God and law
and everybody swears she`s the brains behind Pa
She`s sixty-eight, but claim`s she`s twenty-four
well, I ain`t gonna work on Maggie`s farm no more
Well, 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 hard to be just who I am
but everybody wants you to be just like them
They say "see, while you`re playing I get bored" ??
well, I ain`t gonna work on Maggie`s farm 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 ain`t gonna work on Maggie`s farm no more
I ain`t gonna work on Maggie`s farm no more