Tim O'brien - 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, put my hands and pray for rain I got a head full of ideas and they're drivin' 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 He hands you a nickel and he hands you a dime He asks you with a grin, are you havin' a good time And he finds you every time you slam the door Well, 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 He puts his cigar out in your face just for kicks His bedroom window is made out of bricks And the 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 She talks to the all servants about man and God and law And everybody says she's the brains behind Pa She's sixty-eight but she says she's fifty-four Well, 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 I try my best to be just like I am But everybody wants me to be a little more like them They says sing while you slave but I just get bored Ahh, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more Farm no more Farm no more