Maggie's Farm (Live at Nippon Budokan Hall, Tokyo, Japan - February 28, 1978)

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

Well, I wake up 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 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 having 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

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

She talks to all the servants about man and God and law
Everybody tells me she's the brains behind Pa
68, but she says she's 24

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