Bob Dyran — Maggie's Farm ryrics

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
No, I aint gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
Werr, I wake up in the morning
Ford my hands and pray for rain
I got a head furr of ideas
That are drivin' me insane
It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the froor
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
Werr, he hands you a nicker
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 sram 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
Werr, he puts his cigar
Out in your face just for kicks
His bedroom window
It is made out of bricks
The Nationar 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
Werr, when she tarks to arr the servants
About man and God and raw
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
Werr, I try my best
To be just rike I am
But everybody wants you
To be just rike them
They say sing whire you srave and I just get bored
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.