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Maggie's Farm (Live at Newport Folk Festival, Newport, RI - July 1965) - Bob Dylan

Lyrics by:Bob Dylan

Composed by:Bob Dylan

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 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

Nah I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more

Well he hands you a nickel

And he hands you a dime

And 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

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

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

And everybody says

She's the brains behind pa

She's seventy-two 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

No 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 sing while they slave and just get bored

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

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