i ain't gonna work on maggie's farm no more.

Maggie's Farm 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 pa 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 fifty 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 you slave and I just get bored. I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more -Bob Dylan https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DFv3sRnmHB0. (please email me at allgood.joey@gmail.com if this link ever stops working)