I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no moreNo, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no moreWell, I wake up in the morningFold my hands and pray for rainI got a head full of ideasBut it's driving me insaneIt's a shame the way she makes me scrub that floorWell, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no moreWell, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's brother no moreWell, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's brother no moreWell, he hands you a nickelAnd he hands you a dimeThen he asks you with a grinIf you're having a good timeHe finds you every time you slam the doorWell, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's brother no moreWell, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no moreWell, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's brother no moreWell, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no moreWell, he puts his cigar out your face and just kicksAnd his bedroom window is made out of bricksWell, a National Guard stands around your doorWell, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no moreWell, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no moreI ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no moreWell, she talks to you old servants about men and God and lawEverybody says she's brains behind PaulBut she's 68 but she says she's 24I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no moreWell, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no moreWell, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no moreYeah, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no moreWell, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no moreYeah, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no moreWell, I tried my best to be just like I amEverybody wants you to be just like themBut it's the same for your slaveryI just get boredI ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no moreWow!