Maggie's Farm Songtext
von Silvertide

Check it out, one, two, three
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 wake in the morning
Fold my hands and pray for rain
I got a head full of ideas
That are driving 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
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie′s brother no more

Well, he hands you a nickel
Hands you a dime
He asks you with a grin
If you're having a good time
Then he fines you every time you slam the door

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


Well, he puts his cigar
Out in your face for kicks
His bedroom window
Is made out of bricks
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

Well, he talks to all the servants
About man and God and law
Everybody says
She's the brains behind pa
She′s sixty-eight, but says she′s fifty
One, two, three, four

I ain't gonna work for Maggie′s pa no more
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie′s pa no more
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie′s pa 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 just get bored


I ain't gonna
I ain't gonna
I ain′t gonna
I ain′t gonna
I ain't gonna work on Maggie′s farm no more
No