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 and they're driving me insane It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more Well he throws you a penny and he thinks he's so kind He asks you with a grin if you're having a good time And he fines you every time you slam the door
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more Well he puts his cigar out in your face, just for kicks He bedroom window, it is made out of bricks And national front stands behind closed doors
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more Well she talks to all the servants about man and God and law Everybody says that she's the brains behind it all Shes sixty-eight but she says she's fifty-four
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more 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 say sing while you slave, but I just get bored