Lyrics:

I ain''t gonna work on Maggie''s farm no more**lf**No, I ain''t gonna work on Maggie''s farm no more**lf****lf**Well, I wake up in the morning, fold my hands and pray for rain**lf**I got a head full of ideas that are drivin'' me insane**lf**It''s a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor**lf**I ain''t gonna work on Maggie''s farm no more**lf****lf**I ain''t gonna work for Maggie''s brother no more**lf**No, I ain''t gonna work for Maggie''s brother no more**lf****lf**Well, he hands you a nickel, he hands you a dime**lf**He asks you with a grin if you''re havin'' a good time**lf**Then he fines you every time you slam the door**lf**I ain''t gonna work for Maggie''s brother no more**lf****lf**I ain''t gonna work for Maggie''s pa no more**lf**No, I ain''t gonna work for Maggie''s pa no more**lf****lf**Well, he puts his cigar out in your face just for kicks**lf**His bedroom window, it is made out of bricks**lf**The National Guard stands around his door**lf**I ain''t gonna work for Maggie''s pa no more**lf****lf**I ain''t gonna work for Maggie''s ma no more**lf**No, I ain''t gonna work for Maggie''s ma no more**lf****lf**Well, she talks to all the servants about man and God and law**lf**Everybody says she''s the brains behind pa**lf**She''s sixty-eight, but she says she''s fifty-four**lf**I ain''t gonna work for Maggie''s ma no more**lf****lf**I ain''t gonna work on Maggie''s farm no more**lf**I ain''t gonna work on Maggie''s farm no more**lf****lf**Well, I try my best to be just like I am**lf**But everybody wants you to be just like them**lf**They say sing while you slave and I just get bored**lf**I ain''t gonna work on Maggie''s farm no more