I ain’t gonna work on maggie’s farm no more.
NoI ain’t gonna work on maggie’s farm no more
WellI 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 onnah
I ain’t gonna work on maggie’s farm no more.
I ain’t gonna work for maggie’s brother no more
NahI ain’t gonna work for maggie’s brother no more
Wellhe 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 fornah
I ain’t gonna work for maggie’s brother no more

I ain’t gonna work for maggie’s pa no more
NoI ain’t gonna work for maggie’s pa no more
Wellhe 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 worknah
I ain’t gonna work for maggie’s pa no more
I ain’t gonna work for maggie’s ma no more
NoI ain’t gonna work for maggie’s ma no more
Wellshe talks to all the servants
About man and God and law
And everybody says
Shes the brains behind pa
Shes sixty-eightbut she says she’s twenty-four
I ain’t gonna work fornah
I ain’t gonna work for maggie’s ma no more

I ain’t gonna work on maggie’s farm no more
NoI 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 onnah
I ain’t gonna work on maggie’s farm no more




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