Maggie's Farm Lyrics - Bringing All Back Home - Bob Dylan

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

No, 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. 

No, I ain't 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 no more. 

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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 

Out in your face just for kicks. 

His bedroom window 

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, 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. 

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

No, 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 sing while you slave and I just get bored. 

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