Maggie's Farm - Live at Wembley Stadium, London, UK - July 1984

Let's go
 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
 I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
 I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
 I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
 When he hands you a nickel
 He hands you a dime
 Ask 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
 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
 Alright
 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 72, but she says she's 24
 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, but I just get bored
 I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
 Arlight
 Thank you very much