Blues Band - Maggie´s Farm 1980

Blues Band - Maggie's Farm 1980

Original by Bob Dylan

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.
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more.
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.
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 it is made out of bricks.
The National Guard stands around his door.
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more.

(Instrumental)

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's farm no more.
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's farm 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.
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
We ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.