Maggie's Farm (Live at Nippon Budokan Hall, Tokyo, Japan - March 1, 1978) Lyrics

Okay

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more

When I wake up in the morning, fold my hands, and pray for rain
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 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 are you havin' a good time
Then he fines you every time you slam the door

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more

Talks to servants about man and God and law
Everybody says he's the brains behind ma
68, but she says she's 24

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more

Well, she puts his cigar out in my face just for kicks
Her bedroom window, it is made out of bricks
The National Guard stands around his door

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more

I try my best to be just like I am
Everybody wants you to be just like them
They say, "Sing while you slave, I get bored"

Thank you
That was called "Maggie's Farm"