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, nah
I ain't gonna work on
Maggie's farm no more
I ain't gonna work for
Maggie's brother no more
nah, I ain't gonna work for
Maggie's brother no more
Well, he 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 for, nah
I ain't gonna work for
Maggie's brother no more
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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, nah
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
And everybody says
Shes the brains behind pa
Shes sixty eight
but she says shes twenty four
I ain't gonna work for, nah
I ain't gonna work for
Maggie's ma no more
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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
They sing while they slave
and just get bored
I ain't gonna work on, nah
I ain't gonna work on
Maggie's farm no more