Maggie's Farm (Live at Pine Knob Music Theater, Clarkston, MI, June 20, 1991)

[Verse 1]

Well, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more

No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more

When I wake up in the morning, fold my hands, pray for rain

Got a head full of ideas, that are drivin' me insane

It's a shame the way they makes me scrub the floor

No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more

[Instrumental break]

[Verse 2]

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more

Hands you a nickel, hands you a dime

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

[Instrumental break]

[Verse 3]

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more

Ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more

He puts his cigar out in your face just for kicks

But his bedroom window is made out of sticks

And the National Guard stands outside the door

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more

[Instrumental break]

[Verse 4]

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more

Ah, 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 twenty-four

Man, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more

[Instrumental break]

[Verse 5]

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more

Do my very best to be just who I am

But everybody wants me 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