Maggie's Farm

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, she's the brains behind pa She's 68, but she says she's 24 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