Maggie's Farm

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

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

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

Got a head full of ideas that are driving me insane

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

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

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

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

Well, he hands me a nickel, he hands me a dime

And he asks me with a grin if I'm having a good time

Then he fines me every time I slam the door

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

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

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

Well, he puts his cigar in my face just for kicks

His bedroom window is made out of brick

And the National Guard stands outside his door

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

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

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

Well, she speaks to the servants about man and God and war

And somebody told me she's the brains behind pa

She's sixty-nine and says she's fifty-four

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

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

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

Well, I try my best to be just like I am

But everybody wants me to be just like them

They say, "Smile while you slave," and I get bored

Well, I ain't gonna work

Ain't gonna work

Ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more

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Ain't gonna work no more

Ain't gonna work no more

Ain't gonna work no more

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