Текст песни Bob Dylan - Maggie's Farm

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more, No, I aint 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 aint 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 more! I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more, No, I aint gonna work for Maggie's pa no more! Well, he puts his cigar Out in your face just for kicks! His bedroom window, It's 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, when 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! 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 just like I am, But everybody wants you To be just like them, They say sing while you slave and I just get bored! I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more!
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