Lyric 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 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.
Ah, 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 twenty-four.
I ain t gonna work for maggie s ma no more.

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 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.
I ain t gonna work on maggie s farm no more.