Song Lyrics

This is a twisted Bob…Bob Dylan song

I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more
Said I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more
Well, I wake up in the morning, walk out into the rain
A head full of ideas, they’re driving me insane
It’s a shame that I need to scrub the floor
Yeah, I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more

I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s brother no more
Said I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s brother no more
Well, he hands you a nickel, he charge you a dime
You need a credit card if you want a good time
It’s a shame that I need to do the floor
I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s farm no more
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more

Temperature rising
The fever is high
I can’t see the future
When they’re screwing up the sky
The water is heavy
So is my head
I wish I was a baby
I wish I was dead
Cold turkey
Has got me
On the run
Down…own…own
Own…own…own

No more, no more

Turn off the lights, mister

I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more
Said I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more
I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more