I ain t gonna work on Maggie s farm no more.
NoI ain t gonna work on Maggie s farm no more.
WellI wake in the morning
Fold my hands and pray for rain.
I got a head full of ideas
That are drivin 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.
NoI ain t gonna work for Maggie s brother no more.
Wellhe hands you a nickel
He hands you a dime
He asks you with a grin
If you re havin 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.
NoI ain t gonna work for Maggie s pa no more.
Wellhe 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.
AhI ain t gonna work for Maggie s pa no more.
I ain t gonna work for Maggie s ma no more.
NoI ain t gonna work for Maggie s ma no more.
Wellshe talks to all the servants
About man and God and law.
Everybody says
She s the brains behind pa.
She s sixty-eightbut she says she s twenty-four.
I ain t gonna work for Maggie s ma no more.
I ain t gonna work on Maggie s farm no more.
NoI ain t gonna work on Maggie s farm no more.
WellI 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 ain t gonna work on Maggie s farm no more.

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