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 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   And I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more      Well, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's brother no more   No, I ain't gonna work on 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 havin' a good time   Then he fines you every time you slam the door   I ain't gonna work on Maggie's brother no more      Well, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's mama no more   I ain't gonna work on Maggie's mama no more   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 on Maggie's mama no more      I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more   I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more   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