Maggie's Farm Lyrics

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

Well, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's brother no more
No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's brother no more
Well, he hands you a nickel, he hands you a dime
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 on Maggie's brother no more

Well, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's mama no more
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's mama no more
She talks to all the servants about man and God and law
Everybody says she's the brains behind Pa
She's sixty-eight but she says she's twenty-four
And I ain't gonna work on Maggie's mama no more

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
I try my best to be just like I am
But everybody wants you to be just like them
They sing while you slave and I just get bored
And I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more