Bob Dylan's "Maggie's Farm" by Love Minus Zero & Friends [Cover]

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Love Minus Zero & Friends Play Dylan - Maggie's Farm,
Love Minus Zero & Friends deliver a great rendition of the Bob Dylan classic "Maggie's Farm" at the World Cafe Live at the Queen, in Wilmington DE.
In this video: Scott Birney of Sin City Band (vocals), Rob Grant (bass), Brad Riesau (guitar, vocals), Steve Hobson (guitar, vocals), Jordan Leitner of Mad-Sweet Pangs (keyboard), Steve Bailey (guitar), John Digiovanni (drums). At World Cafe Live at The Queen - May 11, 2012.

Maggie's Farm by Bob Dylan
http://www.bobdylan.com/us/songs/maggies-farm

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 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 havin' 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 twenty-four
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more

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