Maggie's Farm

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
Now I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
She talks to all the servants about man and God and law
But I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
They say sing while you slave, I get bored
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
Said, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
Asks you with a grin if you're havin' a good time
Well, I try my best to be like I am
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
Everybody wants you to be like them
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more

He puts out his cigar in your face for kicks
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor

He hands you a nickel, and he hands you a dime
Well, I wake up in the morning, fold my hands and pray for rain
Well, his bedroom windows are made out of bricks
Sixty-eight, but says she's twenty-four
With a head full of ideas drivin' me insane
Everybody tells me she's the brains behind pa
Said, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more

Then he fines you every time you slam the door
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
The National Guard stands around his door
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more