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 in the morning, fold 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 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 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 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 twenty four I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's father no more Well he puts his cigar out in your face just for kicks His bedroom window is made out of bricks The National Guard hangs around his door I ain't gonna work for Maggie's father 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 me to be just like them They sing while you slave and I just get bored No I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more