Maggies Farm — текст песни (Bob Dylan)

I aint gonna work on maggies farm no more.

No, I aint gonna work on maggies 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.

Its a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor.

I aint gonna work on maggies farm no more.



I aint gonna work for maggies brother no more.

No, I aint gonna work for maggies brother no more.

Well, he hands you a nickel,

He hands you a dime,

He asks you with a grin

If youre havin a good time,

Then he fines you every time you slam the door.

I aint gonna work for maggies brother no more.



I aint gonna work for maggies pa no more.

No, I aint gonna work for maggies 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 aint gonna work for maggies pa no more.



I aint gonna work for maggies ma no more.

No, I aint gonna work for maggies ma no more.

Well, she talks to all the servants

About man and God and law.

Everybody says

Shes the brains behind pa.

Shes sixty-eight, but she says shes twenty-four.

I aint gonna work for maggies ma no more.



I aint gonna work on maggies farm no more.

No, I aint gonna work on maggies 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 aint gonna work on maggies farm no more.