Lyrics:

I ain''t gonna work on Maggie''s farm no moreNo, I ain''t gonna work on Maggie''s farm no moreWell, I wake up in the morning, fold my hands and pray for rainI got a head full of ideas that are drivin'' me insaneIt''s a shame the way she makes me scrub the floorI ain''t gonna work on Maggie''s farm no moreI ain''t gonna work for Maggie''s brother no moreNo, I ain''t gonna work for Maggie''s brother no moreWell, he hands you a nickel, he hands you a dimeHe asks you with a grin if you''re havin'' a good timeThen he fines you every time you slam the doorI ain''t gonna work for Maggie''s brother no moreI ain''t gonna work for Maggie''s pa no moreNo, I ain''t gonna work for Maggie''s pa no moreWell, he puts his cigar out in your face just for kicksHis bedroom window, it is made out of bricksThe National Guard stands around his doorI ain''t gonna work for Maggie''s pa no moreI ain''t gonna work for Maggie''s ma no moreNo, I ain''t gonna work for Maggie''s ma no moreWell, she talks to all the servants about man and God and lawEverybody says she''s the brains behind paShe''s sixty-eight, but she says she''s fifty-fourI ain''t gonna work for Maggie''s ma no moreI ain''t gonna work on Maggie''s farm no moreI ain''t gonna work on Maggie''s farm no moreWell, I try my best to be just like I amBut everybody wants you to be just like themThey say sing while you slave and I just get boredI ain''t gonna work on Maggie''s farm no more