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, fold my hands and pray for rain Got a head full of ideas that are driving me insane It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor Well, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more, no more
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 if I'm having a good time Then he fines me every time I slam the door Well, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more, no more
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more, no more Said, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more, no more
Well, he puts his cigar in my face just for kicks His bedroom window is made out of brick And the National Guard stands outside his door I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa 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 the brains behind pa She's sixty-nine and says she's fifty-four Well, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more, no more
Well, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more, no more, no more Said, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more, no more
Well, I try my best to be just like I am But everybody wants me to be just like them They say, "Smile while you slave," and 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 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 NoTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
