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Maggie's Farm
by Pamela Means

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 up 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 that floor
And 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, he charge you a dime
He asks you with a grin if you are having a good time
Then he fines you every time you slam the door
And I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more

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 out in your face just for kicks
His bedroom window, it is made out of bricks
And 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
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more

Well, she talks to the servants about man and God and law
Everybody says she's the brains behind pa
She's sixty-eight, but she says she's twenty-four
And I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more

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 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 work on Maggie's farm no more

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