I aint gonna work on Maggies farm no more.
No, I aint gonna work on Maggies 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
Its a shame
the way she makes me
scrub the floor
I aint gonna work on, nah
I aint gonna work on Maggies farm no more.
I aint gonna work for Maggies brother no more
nah, I aint gonna work for Maggies brother no more
Well, he hands you a nickel
And he hands you a dime
And he asks you with a grin
If youre havin a good time
Then he fines you every time you slam the door
I aint gonna work for, nah
I aint gonna work for Maggies brother no more
I aint gonna work for Maggies pa no more
No, I aint gonna work for Maggies 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 aint gonna work, nah
I aint gonna work for Maggies pa no more
I aint gonna work for Maggies ma no more
No, I aint gonna work for Maggies ma no more
Well, she talks to all the servants
About man and God and law
And everybody says
Shes the brains behind pa
Shes sixty-eight, but she says shes twenty-four
I aint gonna work for, nah
I aint gonna work for Maggies ma no more
I aint gonna work on Maggies farm no more
No, I aint gonna work on Maggies 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 they slave and just get bored
I aint gonna work on, nah
I aint gonna work on Maggies farm no more
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