Maggie's Farm Lyrics

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, nah I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother, no more Nah, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother, no more
Well, he hands you a nickel And he hands you a dime And 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, nah 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 I ain't gonna work for, nah 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 and God and law And everybody says Shes the brains behind pa
Shes sixty-eight but she says she's twenty-four I ain't gonna work for, nah I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma, no more
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 try my best To be just like I am But everybody wants you To be just like them
They sing while they slave and they just get bored I ain't gonna work on, nah I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm, no more