Maggie's Farm Lyrics

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

Well, I wake up in the morning
Fold my hands and pray for rain
I've got a head full of ideas, they're 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

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
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
And he finds 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 for kicks
His bedroom window is made out of bricks
And a 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 the servants about [?]
Everybody says she's the brains behind Pa
She's sixty-eight but she says twenty-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
Everybody wants you to be just like them
They say "sing while you slave," I just get bored
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more