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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=544457" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ain't Gonna Work On Your Farm No More</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I ain’t gonna work on your farm no more<br>I ain’t gonna scrub all your floors, <br>I ain’t gonna take all your friends who ignore<br>what I do when they hide behind doors<br>where they pay no attention to stuff that I think, <br>and say, when they pay me a dime, <br>that I ain’t entitled to spend it on drink, <br>or ladies who show me good time.<br>I ain’t gonna work for your children or friends<br>who preach of the law and the Lord, <br>and hear all those messages God never sends<br>to people with who He is bored, <br>like I am. I ain’t gonna work on your farm, <br>instead I will write me a song, <br>and pray that its words will all sound the alarm, <br>for I expect to be back before long.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Mark Z. Barabak (“He’s Digging ‘Farm, ’” LA Times, June 26,2008) writes that Barack Obama’s favorite Bob Dylan song is “Maggie’s Farm, ” performed in 1995 at the Newport Festival, when he turned electric and never looked back: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I AIN’T GONNA WORK ON MAGGIE’S FARM NO MORE</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more<br> I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more<br>I wake up every morning<br> hold my hands and pray for rain<br>I've got a head full of ideas<br> driving me insane<br>It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor<br> well, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more<br> I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more<br>He hands you a nickel<br> he hands you a dime<br>He asks you and your friends<br> if you're having a good time<br>He blames you every time you slam the door<br> Well, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's Pa no more<br> I ain't gonna work for Maggie's Pa no more<br>He stubs his cigarette out in your face just for kicks<br> his bedroom window is made out of bricks<br>And the National Guard are standing at his door<br> well, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's mother no more<br> I ain't gonna work for Maggie's mother no more<br>She talks to all the servants about man and God and law<br> and everybody swears she's the brains behind Pa<br>She's sixty-eight, but claim's she's twenty-four<br> well, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more<br>Well, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more<br> I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I try so hard to be just who I am<br> but everybody wants you to be just like them<br>They say 'see, while you're playing I get bored'? ? <br> well, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more<br> <br>I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more<br>I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more<br>I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more<br>I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>6/26/08</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gershon+Hepner">Gershon Hepner</a><div class=q>
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I ain’t gonna scrub all your floors, 
I ain’t gonna take all your friends who ignore
what I do when they hide behind doors
where they pay no attention to stuff that I think, 
and say, when they pay me ..."></div>
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