Maggie’s Farm (Live at Hughes Stadium, Ft. Collins, CO - May 1976)

[Chorus 1]
I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more
No, I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more

[Verse 1]
Well, I wake 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
I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more

[Chorus 2]
I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s brother no more
No, I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s brother no more

[Verse 2]
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 for Maggie’s brother no more

[Chorus 3]
I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s pa no more
No, I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s pa no more

[Verse 3]
He puts his cigar out in your face just for kicks
His bedroom window, it's made out of bricks
The National Guard stands around his door
I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s pa no more

[Chorus 4]
I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s ma no more
I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s ma no more

[Verse 4]
She talks to all the servants about man and God and law
Everybody tells me she’s the brains behind pa
She’s sixty-eight, but she says she’s twenty-four
I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s ma no more

[Chorus 1]
I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more
No, I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more

[Verse 5]
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