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 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
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 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
No I ain't gonna work
for Maggie's
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 ain't gonna
work for Maggie's
pa no more
I ain't gonna work
for Maggie's
ma no more
No I ain't gonna
work for Maggie's
ma no more
Well she talks
to all the servants
About man
God and law
Everybody says
She's the brains
behind pa
She's sixty-eight
but she says
she's fifty-four
I ain't gonna work
for Maggie's
ma 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 you
To be just
like them
They say sing
while you slave
and I just get bored
I ain't gonna work
on Maggie's
farm no more