Текст песни Maggie's Farm

No, I aint 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

No, I aint 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 more.

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

No, I aint gonna work for Maggie's pa no more

Well, he puts his cigar

Out in your face just for kicks

His bedroom window
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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, when 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 aint 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 and I just get bored

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

Bob Dylan Maggie's Farm