Maggie's Farm

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