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 got a head full of ideas that s driving me insane it s a shame the way she makes me scrub those floors you see i ain t gonna work on maggie s farm 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 cigars out in your face for kicks his bedroom window is all made out of bricks the sheriff and the national guard stand around his doors let me tell ya i ain t gonna work for maggie s pa no more well i try my best to be just like i am but everybody wants me to be just like them they sing while i slave and i get bored you see i ain t gonna work on maggie s farm no more you better believe it ain t gonna do nothing yeah