Testo Maggie's Farm

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

No, 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, he hands you a dime
And he asks you with a grin if you're having a good time Then he fines you every time you slam the door
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother 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, he puts his cigar in your face just for kicks
His bedroom window, it's made outta bricks
And the National Guard stands 'round his door
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more

No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggiе's ma no more

Well, she'll talk to all thе servants about man and God and law Everybody says she's the brains behind Pa
She's sixty-eight but she says she's fifty-four
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more

No, 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've tried my best, honey, just to be just like I am
But everybody wants you to be just like them
They say, "Sing while you slave," but I just get bored
No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more