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