Well, I aint gonna work on Maggies farm no more
No, I aint gonna work on Maggies farm no more
When I 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
No, I aint gonna work on Maggies farm no more
I aint gonna work for Maggies brother no more
I 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
I aint gonna work for Maggies pa no more
Aint gonna work for Maggies pa no more
He puts his cigar out in your face just for kicks
But his bedroom window is made out of sticks
And the National Guard stands outside the door
I aint gonna work for Maggies pa no more
I aint gonna work for Maggies ma no more
I aint gonna work for Maggies ma no more
Ah, she talks to all the servants about man and God and law
Everybody says shes the brains behind pa
Shes sixty-eight but says shes twenty-four
Man, I aint gonna work for Maggies ma no more
I aint gonna work on Maggies farm no more
I aint gonna work on Maggies farm no more
Do my very best to be just who I am
But everybody wants me to be just like them
They sing while you slave and I just get bored
I aint gonna work on Maggies farm no more