Maggie's Farm (3rd May, The Warehouse, New Orleans)

Maggie's Farm (3rd May, The Warehouse, New Orleans) - Bob Dylan

Lyrics by：Bob Dylan

Composed by：Bob Dylan

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more

I wake up 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

I ain't gonna 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

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more

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 ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma 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 try my best

To be just like I am

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 Maggie's farm no more