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I aint gonna work on 
Maggies farm no more
No I aint gonna work on 
Maggies farm no more
Well I wake up in the morning
Fold my hands and pray for rain
I got a head full of ideas
That are drivin me insane

Its a shame
the way she makes me
scrub the floor

I aint gonna work on nah
I aint gonna work on 
Maggies farm no more
I aint gonna work for 
Maggies brother no more
nah I aint gonna work for 
Maggies brother no more

Well he hands you a nickel
And he hands you a dime
And he asks you with a grin
If you're havin a good time
Then he fines you 
Every time you slam the door

I aint gonna work for nah
I aint gonna work for 
Maggies brother no more

I aint gonna work for 
Maggies pa no more
No I aint gonna work for 
Maggies pa no more
Well he puts his cigar
Out in your face just for kicks
His bedroom window
It is made out of bricks
The National Guard 
Stand around his door

I aint gonna work nah
I aint gonna work for 
Maggies pa no more
I aint gonna work for 
Maggies ma no more
No I aint gonna work for 
Maggies ma no more

Well she talks to 
all the servants
About man and God and law
And everybody says
Shes the brains behind pa
Shes sixty-eight
But she says she's twenty-four

I aint gonna work for nah
I aint gonna work for 
Maggies ma no more

I aint gonna work on 
Maggies farm no more
No I aint gonna work on 
Maggies 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 they slave 
and just get bored

I aint gonna work on nah
I aint gonna work on 
Maggies farm no more