Songtexte Maggie's Farm - Live, Remastered - Bob Dylan

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
Well, I wake in the morning
Fold my hands and pray for rain
With 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 for Maggie's brother no more
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
He hands you a nickel when he hands you a dime
Ask you with a grin, "Are you havin' a good time?"
Then he fines you every time you slam the door
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
Talks to servants about man and God and law
Everybody says he's the brains behind ma
He's 68 but says he's 24
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
Well, she puts her cigar out in my face just for kicks
Her bedroom window is made out of bricks
The National Guard stands around her door
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
I try my best to be just like I am
Everybody wants you to be just like them
They say sing while you slave, I get bored
Thank you, that was called "Maggie's Farm"