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Bob Dylan Maggies Farm Here are the song lyrics for Maggies Farm by Bob Dylan. For more excellent Bob Dylan lyrics, run a search! I aint gonna work on maggies farm no more. No, I aint gonna work on maggies farm no more. Well, I wake in the morning, Fold my hands and pray for rain. I got a head full of ideas That are drivin me insane. Its a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor. I aint gonna work on maggies farm no more. I aint gonna work for maggies brother no more. No, I aint gonna work for maggies brother no more. Well, he hands you a nickel, He hands you a dime, He asks you with a grin If youre havin a good time, Then he fines you every time you slam the door. I aint gonna work for maggies brother no more. I aint gonna work for maggies pa no more. No, I aint gonna work for maggies 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 aint gonna work for maggies pa no more. I aint gonna work for maggies ma no more. No, I aint gonna work for maggies ma no more. Well, she talks to all the servants About man and God and law. Everybody says Shes the brains behind pa. Shes sixty-eight, but she says shes twenty-four. I aint gonna work for maggies ma no more. I aint gonna work on maggies farm no more. No, I aint gonna work on maggies 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 aint gonna work on maggies farm no more.
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