Vista previa
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
[ banjo ]
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
[ ac.guitar ]
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
[ harmonica ]
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