Well, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more 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 drivin' me insane It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor And I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more Well, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's brother no more No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's brother no more Well, he hands you a nickel, he hands you a dime He asks you with a grin if you're havin' a good time Then he fines you every time you slam the door I ain't gonna work on Maggie's brother no more Well, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's mama no more I ain't gonna work on Maggie's mama no more She talks to all 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 on Maggie's mama no more I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more 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 And I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more © SPECIAL RIDER MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com