I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no moreNo, I aint gonna work on Maggie's farm no moreWell, I wake up in the morningFold my hands and pray for rainI got a head full of ideasThat are drivin' me insaneIt's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floorI ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no moreNo, I aint gonna work for Maggie's brother no moreWell, he hands you a nickelHe hands you a dimeHe asks you with a grinIf you're havin' a good timeThen he fines you every time you slam the doorI ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother more.I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no moreNo, I aint gonna work for Maggie's pa no moreWell, he puts his cigarOut in your face just for kicksHis bedroom windowIt is made out of bricksThe National Guard stands around his doorAh, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more.I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no moreNo, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no moreWell, when she talks to all the servantsAbout man and God and lawEverybody saysShe's the brains behind paShe's sixty-eight, but she says she's fifty-fourI ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more.I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no moreI aint gonna work on Maggie's farm no moreWell, I try my bestTo be just like I amBut everybody wants youTo be just like themThey say sing while you slave and I just get boredI ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
Bob Dylan (legalmente Robert Dylan; nacido Robert Allen Zimmerman; Duluth, Minnesota, 24 de mayo de 1941) es un músico, compositor, cantante y poeta estadounidense, ampliamente considerado como una de las figuras más prolíficas e influyentes en la música…
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