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From Bob Dylan's album: Bringing It All Back Home

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 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.

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
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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.

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.
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