Maggie's Farm-Bob Dylan

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 With a head full of ideas drivin' me insane It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor Now 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 He hands you a nickel, and he 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 Said, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more He puts out his cigar in your face for kicks Well, his bedroom windows are made out of bricks The National Guard stands around his door Said, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more She talks to all the servants about man and God and law Everybody tells me she's the brains behind pa Sixty-eight, but says she's twenty-four But I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa 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 like I am Everybody wants you to be like them They say sing while you slave, I get bored Said, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more