Well, I ain't gonna work on my guitarI ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more, no moreSaid I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more, no moreWell, I wake up in the morning, clothe my hands and pray for rainGot a head full of ideas that are drivin' me insaneIt's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floorI ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more, no moreWell, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more, no moreSaid I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more, no moreWell, he hands me a nickel, he hands me a dimeAnd he asks me with a grin, am I havin' a good timeThen he finds me every time I slam the doorWell, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more, no, no, noI ain't gonna work for Maggie's farm no more, no moreI ain't gonna work for Maggie's farm no more, no moreWell, he puts his cigar in my face just for kicksThere's a bedroom with a maid out of brickAnd the National Guard stands outside his doorI ain't gonna work for Maggie's farm no more, no moreWell, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more, no moreSaid I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more, no more, no moreWell, she speaks to the servants about man and God and warAnd somebody told me she's a brain behind parShe's sixty-nine and says she's fifty-fourWell, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's farm no more, no moreWell, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's farm no more, no more, no moreSaid I ain't gonna work for Maggie's farm no more, no moreWell, I try my best to be just like I amAnd everybody wants me to be just like themThey say, smile while you're saving, I get boredWell, I ain't gonna work, ain't gonna work, ain't gonna work on Maggie's farmNo more, no more, no more, no more, no more, no more, no moreAin't gonna work, no more, ain't gonna work, no more, ain't gonna workNo more, no more, no more, no more, noNo more, no more, no more, no more, no more, no more, no more