Maggie's Farm

Well I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more 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 And I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more [ banjo ] Well I ain't gonna work on Maggie's brother no more No I ain't gonna work on Maggie's brother no more Well he hands you a nickel he hands you a dime 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 on Maggie's brother no more [ ac.guitar ] Well I ain't gonna work on Maggie's mama no more I ain't gonna work on Maggie's mama no more She talks to all the servants about man and God and law Everybody says she's the brains behind pa She's sixty eight but she says she's twenty four And I ain't gonna work on Maggie's mama no more