well i ain t gonna work on maggie s farm no more no i ain t gonna work on maggie s farm no more when i wake up in the morning fold my hands pray for rain got a head full of ideas that are drivin me insane it s a shame the way they makes me scrub the floor no 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 hands you a nickel hands you a dime 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 for maggie s pa no more ain t gonna work for maggie s pa no more he puts his cigar out in your face just for kicks but his bedroom window is made out of sticks and the national guard stands outside the door i ain t gonna work for maggie s pa no more i ain t gonna work for maggie s ma no more i ain t gonna work for maggie s ma no more ah 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 says she s twenty four man i ain t gonna work for maggie s ma no more i ain t gonna work on maggie s farm no more i ain t gonna work on maggie s farm no more do my very best to be just who i am but everybody wants me to be just like them they sing while you slave and i just get bored i ain t gonna work on maggie s farm no more