Maggie's Farm
Bob Dylan"Maggie's Farm" is a song by Bob Dylan, released in 1965 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:34 long and contains 38 lines and 295 words.
Lyrics
0:06I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
0:14No I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
0:21Well I wake in the morning
0:24Fold my hands and pray for rain
0:26I got a head full of ideas
0:29That are drivin' me insane
0:31It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor
0:37I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
0:48I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
0:56No I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
1:04Well he hands you a nickel He hands you a dime
1:10He asks you with a grin
1:12If you're havin' a good time
1:15Then he fines you every time you slam the door
1:20I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
1:31I ain't gonna work for Maggie's farm no more
1:38No I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
1:45Well he puts his cigar Out in your face just for kicks
1:50His bedroom window
1:53It is made out of bricks
1:56The National Guard stands around his door
2:01Ah I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
2:17I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
2:24No I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
2:32Well she talks to all the servants
2:35About man and God and law
2:38Everybody says
2:40She's the brains behind pa
2:43She's sixty-eight but she says she's twenty-four
2:48I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
3:02I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
3:10I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
3:18Well I try my best
3:21To be just like I am
3:24But everybody wants you
3:27To be just like them
3:29They say sing while you slave but I just get bored
3:34I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm 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 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 farm no more No 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 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 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 say sing while you slave but I just get bored I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
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