Maggie's 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 up in the mornin', 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, nah

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

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more

Nah, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more

Well, he hands you a nickel, and he hands you a dime

And he asks you with a grin if you're havin' a good time

Then he finds you every time

You slam the door

I ain't gonna work for, nah

Well, 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

I ain't gonna work for, nah

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

And everybody says she's the brains behind Pa

She's 68, but she says she's 24

I ain't gonna work for, nah

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 sing while they slave and they just get bored

I ain't gonna work on, nah

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