Maggie's Farm Songtext
von The Walkabouts

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

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

Well, I ain't gonna work for Maggie′s brother no more
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie′s brother no more


He hands you a nickel, he hands you a dime
He asks 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 brother no more

Well, 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 get bored
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 on Maggie′s farm no more
No, I ain′t gonna work on Maggie's farm no more