Maggie's Farm (Live at Pine Knob Music Theater, Clarkston, MI, June 20, 1991)-Grateful Dead

Maggie's Farm - Grateful Dead Well, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more Ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more Wake up in the morning, fold my hands, pray for rain Got a head full of ideas, that are drivin' me insane It's a shame the way they makes me scrub the floor Ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more Ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more Hands you a nickel, hands you a dime 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 Ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more Ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more Well, she talks to the servants about man and God and law Everybody knows she's the brains behind pa She's sixty eight, says she's twenty four Ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more Ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more Ain't gonna work for Maggie's father no more He puts his cigar out in your face just for kicks Bedroom window is made out of bricks The national guard hangs 'round his door I ain't gonna work for Maggie's father no more Ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more Ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more Try my level best to be just like I am Everybody wants me to be just like them They sing while you slave and I just get bored Ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more