Monday, December 6, 2010

fold my hands and pray for rain

...
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. ...

--Bob Dylan
"Maggie's Farm"
(album: Bringing It All Back Home)

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