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, hold my hands and pray for rain
I got a head full of ideas that are driving 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
(repeat chord progression)
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
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 Maggie s pa no more
I ain t gonna work for Maggie s ma no more
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, but I just get bored
I ain t gonna work on Maggie s farm no more
