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

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

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