Maggie's Farm (Live) Lyrics
| Song | Maggie's Farm (Live) |
| Artist | Bob Dylan |
| Album | At Budokan |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 sixtyeight, but she says she' s twentyfour | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 sixtyeight, but she says she' s twentyfour | |
| 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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