Eric Willson - Maggie's Farm lyrics

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've got a head full of ideas, they're driving me insane It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more I ain't gonna work for 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 having a good time And he finds 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 Pa no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's Pa no more Well, he puts his cigar out in your face for kicks His bedroom window is made out of bricks And a national guard stands around his door I ain't gonna work for Maggie's Pa no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's Ma no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's Ma no more Well, she talks to the servants about [?] Everybody says she's the brains behind Pa She's sixty-eight but she says twenty-four I ain't gonna work for Maggie's Ma no more I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more Well I try my best to be just like I am Everybody wants you to be just like them They say "sing while you slave," I just get bored I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more