I aint gonna work on Maggies farm no more
No, I aint gonna work on Maggies 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 drivin me insane
Its a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor
I aint gonna work on Maggies farm no more
I aint gonna work for Maggies brother no more
No, I aint gonna work for Maggies brother no more
Well, he hands you a nickel
He hands you a dime
He asks you with a grin
If youre havin a good time
Then he fines you every time you slam the door
I aint gonna work for Maggies brother no more
I aint gonna work for Maggies pa no more
No, I aint gonna work for Maggies 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
Ah, I aint gonna work for Maggies pa no more
I aint gonna work for Maggies ma no more
No, I aint gonna work for Maggies ma no more
Well, she talks to all the servants
About man and God and law
Everybody says
Shes the brains behind Pa
Shes sixty eight, but she says shes fifty four
I aint gonna work for Maggies ma no more
I aint gonna work on Maggies farm no more
No, I aint gonna work on Maggies 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 you slave and I just get bored
I aint gonna work on Maggies farm no more