Maggie's Farm

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
 No, 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
 I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
 I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
 No, I ain't gonna work for 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 for Maggie's brother no more
 I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
 No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
 Well, he puts his cigar out in your face, just for kicks
 His bedroom window, it is made out of bricks
 The National Guard stands around his door
 I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
 I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
 No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
 Well, 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 fifty-four
 I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
 I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
 I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
 Well, I try my best to be just like I am
 But everybody wants you to be just like them
 They say, "Sing while you slave" and I just get bored
 I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more