Intro: G G I ainʼt gonna work on Maggieʼs farm no more G No I ainʼt gonna work on Maggieʼs farm no more G Well, I wake up in the morning, hold my hands and pray for rain G I got a head full of ideas that are driving me insane Em D Itʼs a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor G I-- ainʼt gonna work on Maggieʼs farm no more I ainʼt gonna work for Maggieʼs brother no more No I ainʼt gonna work for Maggieʼs brother no more Well he hands you a nickel, he hands you a dime He asks you with a grin if youʼre having a good time Then he fines you every time you slam the door I ainʼt gonna work for Maggieʼs brother no more I ainʼt gonna work for Maggieʼs pa no more I ainʼt gonna work for Maggieʼs pa no more Well he puts his cigar out in your face just for kicks His bedroom window, it is made out of bricks The National Guard stands around his door I ainʼt gonna work for Maggieʼs pa no more I ainʼt gonna work for Maggieʼs ma no more I ainʼt gonna work for Maggieʼs ma no more Well she talks to all the servants about Man and God and Law Everybody says sheʼs the brains behind Pa Sheʼs sixty-eight, but she says sheʼs fifty-four I ainʼt gonna work for Maggieʼs ma no more I ainʼt gonna work on Maggieʼs farm no more I ainʼt gonna work on Maggieʼs farm no more Well I try my best to be just like I am But everybody wants you to be just like them They say sing while you slave, but I just get bored I ainʼt gonna work on Maggieʼs farm no more
