Maggies Farm (Bob Dylan)

		
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I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more  
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No I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more  
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Well, I wake up in the morning, hold my hands and pray for rain  
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I got a head full of ideas that are driving me insane  
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It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor  
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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 having 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  
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 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  
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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