Maggie`S Farm (Live Ver.)

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 sing while you slave and I just get bored. I ain`t gonna work on Maggie`s farm no more