Maggie's Farm Lyrics - Flatt And Scruggs

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