The Walkabouts - Maggie's Farm lyrics

Well, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more 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 No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more Well, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more He hands you a nickel, he hands you a dime He asks with a grin if you're having a good time Then he fines you every time you slam the door No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more Well, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more Well, I try my best to be just like I am But everybody wants you to be just like them They sing while you slave and I get bored No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more