paroles de chanson Maggie's Farm - Live at Newport Folk Festival, Newport, RI - July 1965 - Bob Dylan
Let's go
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 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
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
When he hands you a nickel
He hands you a dime
Ask 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
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
Alright
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 72, but she says she's 24
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
Arlight
Thank you very much
Album
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 7: No Direction Home: The Soundtrack (A Martin Scorsese Picture)
date de sortie
30-08-2005
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