Maggie's farm Songtext / Lyric

Well, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
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
No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more

Well, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
He hands you a nickel
He hands you a dime
He asks with a grin
If you're havin' a good time
Then he fines you every time you slam the door
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more

Well, 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
Well, they sing while you slave and I get bored
No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
No more!