Well, I ain't gonna work on my guitar
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more, no more
Said I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more, no more
Well, I wake up in the morning, clothe my hands and pray for rain
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, no more
Well, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more, no more
Said I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more, no more
Well, he hands me a nickel, he hands me a dime
And he asks me with a grin, am I havin' a good time
Then he finds me every time I slam the door
Well, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more, no, no, no
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's farm no more, no more
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's farm no more, no more
Well, he puts his cigar in my face just for kicks
There's a bedroom with a maid out of brick
And the National Guard stands outside his door
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's farm no more, no more
Well, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more, no more
Said I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more, no more, no more
Well, she speaks to the servants about man and God and war
And somebody told me she's a brain behind par
She's sixty-nine and says she's fifty-four
Well, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's farm no more, no more
Well, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's farm no more, no more, no more
Said I ain't gonna work for Maggie's farm no more, no more
Well, I try my best to be just like I am
And everybody wants me to be just like them
They say, smile while you're saving, I get bored
Well, I ain't gonna work, ain't gonna work, ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more, no more, no more
Ain't gonna work, no more, ain't gonna work, no more, ain't gonna work
No more, no more, no more, no more, no
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more, no more, no more