Bob Dylan - Maggie's Farm https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fgphPFNiVZw 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