Well, I aint gonna work on Maggies farm no more
Aint gonna work on Maggies farm no more
Wake up in the morning, fold my hands, pray for rain
Got a head full of ideas, that are drivin me insane
Its a shame the way they makes me scrub the floor
Aint gonna work on Maggies farm no more
I aint gonna work for Maggies brother no more
Aint gonna work for Maggies brother no more
Hands you a nickel, hands you a dime
Asks you with a grin if youre having a good time
Then he fines you every time you slam the door
I aint gonna work for Maggies brother no more
Aint gonna work for Maggies ma no more
Aint gonna work for Maggies ma no more
Well, she talks to the servants about man and God and law
Everybody knows shes the brains behind pa
Shes sixty-eight, says shes twenty-four
Aint gonna work for Maggies ma no more
Aint gonna work for Maggies pa no more
Aint gonna work for Maggies father no more
He puts his cigar out in your face just for kicks
Bedroom window is made out of bricks
The national guard hangs round his door
I aint gonna work for Maggies father no more
Aint gonna work on Maggies farm no more
Aint gonna work on Maggies farm no more
Try my very best to be just like I am
Everybody wants me to be just like them
They sing while you slave and I just get bored
Aint gonna work on Maggies farm no more