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 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

Well

I ain't gonna work for maggie's brother no more

I ain't gonna work for maggie's brother no more

Well he hands you a nickel

Your 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 for maggie's brother no more

Well

I ain't gonna work for maggie's ma no more

I ain't gonna work for maggie's ma no more

Well 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 for maggie's ma no more

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 try my best

To be just like i am

But everybody wants you

To be just like them

They sing while you slave and i just get bored

And

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