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 nah I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more Nah I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more Well he hands you a nickel And he hands you a dime And 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 nah 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 nah 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 And everybody says Shes the brains behind pa Shes sixty eight but she says shes twenty four I ain't gonna work for nah 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 they slave and just get bored I ain't gonna work on nah I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more