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 more

well

i wake up in the morning

fold my hands and pray for rain

got a head full of ideas that's driving me insane

it's a shame the way she makes me scrub those floors

you see

i ain't gonna work on maggie's farm no more

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 cigars out in your face for kicks

his bedroom window is all made out of bricks

the sheriff and the national guard stand around his doors

let me tell ya

i ain't gonna work for maggie's pa no more

well

i try my best to be just like i am

but everybody wants me to be just like them

they sing while i slave and i get bored

you see

i ain't gonna work on maggie's farm no more

you better believe it

ain't gonna do nothing

yeah