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
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