Letra de 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 moreWell, 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 floorI ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no moreHe 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 doorI ain't gonna work for Maggie's Pa no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's Pa no moreHe 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 doorI ain't gonna work for Maggie's Ma no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's Ma no moreShe 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 24I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no moreI 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