The Walkabouts - Maggie's Farm Lyrics
Well, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no moreNo, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no moreWake up in the morning, fold my hands and pray for rainGot a head full of ideas that are driving me insaneIt's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floorNo, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no moreWell, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no moreNo, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no moreHe hands you a nickel, he hands you a dimeHe asks with a grin if you're having a good timeThen he fines you every time you slam the doorNo, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no moreNo, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no moreWell, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no moreNo, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no moreWell, I try my best to be just like I amBut everybody wants you to be just like themThey sing while you slave and I get boredNo, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no moreNo, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no moreNo, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no moreNo, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
