I ain`t gonna work on Maggie`s farm no more
No, I aint 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 aint 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 more.
I ain`t gonna work for Maggie`s pa no more
No, I aint 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, when 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 on Maggie`s farm no more
I aint 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.
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