Maggies Farm

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I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
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No I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
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Well, I wake up in the morning, hold my hands and pray for rain
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I got a head full of ideas that are driving me insane
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It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor
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I-- ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more

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I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
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No I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
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Well he hands you a nickel, he hands you a dime
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He asks you with a grin if you're having a good time
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Then he fines you every time you slam the door
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I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more

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I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
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I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
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Well he puts his cigar out in your face just for kicks
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His bedroom window, it is made out of bricks
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The National Guard stands around his door
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I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more

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I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
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I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
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Well she talks to all the servants about Man and God and Law
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Everybody says she's the brains behind Pa
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She's sixty-eight, but she says she's fifty-four
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more

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I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
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I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
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Well I try my best to be just like I am
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But everybody wants you to be just like them
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They say sing while you slave, but I just get bored
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I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more