[Lyric] Maggie’s Farm Live at Earls Court London June 27 1981 (Bob Dylan)

Here's another animal song--about a man animal.

I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more
(Ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more)
No, I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more
(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
(Ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more)

I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s brother no more
(Ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more)
No, I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s brother no more
(Ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more)
Well, he hands you a nickel
He hands you a dime
Asks you with a grin
If you’re havin’ a good time
Fines you every time you slam the door
I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s brother no more
(Ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more)
I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s pa no more
(Ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more)
No, I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s pa no more
(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
(Ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more)

I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s ma no more
(Ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more)
No, I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s ma no more
(Ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more)
Well, she talks to all the servants
About man and God and law
Everybody tells me
She’s the brains behind pa
Sixty-eight, but she says she’s twenty-four
I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s ma no more
(Ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more)

I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more
(Ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more)
No, I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more
(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
Sing while you slave--I get bored
I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more
(Ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
Ain't gonna--ain't gonna--ain't gonna--)
Well I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more