text: 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 youre 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 .stands around his door
  I aint gonna work for, 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 ma
  Shes sixty-eight but she says shes 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 I just get bored
  I aint gonna work on, nah
  I aint gonna work on Maggies Farm no more