Maggie’s Farm (Live at Pine Knob Music Theater, Clarkston, MI, June 20, 1991)

[Verse 1]
Well, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's 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
It's a shame the way they makes me scrub the floor
No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more

[Instrumental break]

[Verse 2]
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
Hands you a nickel, hands you a dime
Asks you with a grin if you're having a good time
Then he fines you every time you slam the door
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more

[Instrumental break]

[Verse 3]
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
Ain't gonna work for Maggie's 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 ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more

[Instrumental break]

[Verse 4]
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
Ah, 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 says she's twenty-four
Man, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more

[Instrumental break]

[Verse 5]
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's 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 ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more