Maggie's Farm

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more No, 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 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 No, 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 pa no more No, 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 The 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 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 says she's fifty-one-two-three-four I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more 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 ain't gonna I ain't gonna I ain't gonna I ain't gonna I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more No