Maggie's Farm

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no moreWell, I wake up in the morningFold my hands and pray for rain.I got a head full of ideasThat are drivin' me insaneIt's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floorI ain't gonna work on, nahI ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no morenah, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no moreWell, he hands you a nickelAnd he hands you a dimeAnd he asks you with a grinIf you're havin' a good timeThen he fines you every time you slam the doorI ain't gonna work for, nahI 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 cigarOut in your face just for kicksHis bedroom windowIt is made out of bricksThe National Guard stands around his doorI ain't gonna work, nah I 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 servantsAbout man and God and lawAnd everybody saysShes the brains behind paShes sixty-eight, but she says shes twenty-fourI ain't gonna work for, nah I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no moreI ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no moreNo, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no moreWell I try my bestTo be just like I amBut everybody wants youTo be just like themThey sing while they slave and just get boredI ain't gonna work on, nah I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more