Maggie's Farm
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no moreNo, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no moreWell, I wake up in the morningFold my hands and pray for rainI got a head full of ideasThat are drivin' me insaneIt's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floorI ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no moreNo, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no moreWell, he hands you a nickelHe hands you a dimeHe asks you with a grinIf you're havin' a good timeThen he fines you every time you slam the doorI ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more.
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no moreNo, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no moreWell, he puts his cigarOut in your face just for kicksHis bedroom windowIt is made out of bricksThe National Guard stands around his doorAh, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more.
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no moreNo, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no moreWell, she talks to all the servantsAbout man and God and lawEverybody saysShe's the brains behind paShe's sixty-eight, but she says she's twenty-fourI ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more.
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no moreI ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no moreWell, I try my bestTo be just like I amBut everybody wants youTo be just like themThey say sing while you slave and I just get boredI ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.