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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Vocals
The Band
The Band
Performer
Robbie Robertson
Robbie Robertson
Guitar
Garth Hudson
Garth Hudson
Organ
Richard Manuel
Richard Manuel
Piano
Rick Danko
Rick Danko
Bass Guitar
Levon Helm
Levon Helm
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steven Berkowitz
Steven Berkowitz
Producer
Rob Fraboni
Rob Fraboni
Recording Engineer
Phil Ramone
Phil Ramone
Recording Engineer
Steve Addabbo
Steve Addabbo
Mastering Engineer
Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw
Mixing Engineer
Ed Barton
Ed Barton
Engineer
Bill Broms
Bill Broms
Engineer
Jack Crymes
Jack Crymes
Engineer
Biff Dawes
Biff Dawes
Engineer
Deane Jensen
Deane Jensen
Engineer

Lyrics

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
No, 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 on Maggie's farm no more
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
Well, 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 brother no more
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's Pa no more
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's Pa no more
Well, 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
Ah, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's Pa no more
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's Ma no more
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's Ma no more
Well, she talks to all the servants about man and God and law
Everybody says she's the brains behind Pa
She's sixty-eight, but she says she's fifty-four
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's Ma no more
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
Well, I try my best to be just like I am
But everybody wants you to be just like them
They say, "Sing while you slave," and I just get bored
Ah, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
Written by: Bob Dylan
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