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 that are drivin' 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

No I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more

Well he hands you a nickel he hands you a dime

He asks you with a grin if you're having a good time

Then 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 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 you slave I just get bored

Ah I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more