Bob Dylan - Maggie's Farm
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Well, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
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No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
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Wake up in the morning
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Fold my hands and pray for rain
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I got a head full of ideas
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That are drivin' me insane
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It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor
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No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
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I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
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No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
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He hands you a nickel
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He hands you a dime
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He asks with a grin
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If you're havin' a good time
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Then he fines you every time you slam the door
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No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
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No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
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Well, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
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No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
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Well, I try my best
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To be just like I am
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But everybody wants you
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To be just like them
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Well, they sing while you slave and I get bored
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No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
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No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
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No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
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No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
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No more!
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