Letra de Maggie's Farm - Barbara Dickson

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
But I wake up in the morning, hold my hands and pary for rain
I got a head full of ideas that are driving me insane
It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor
Oh, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more

Oh, 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 hands you a dime
He asks you with a grin if you're having a good time
Then he fines you every time you slam the door
Oh, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more

Oh, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's Pa no more
No, I ain't gonna work for Magge'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
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The National Guard stands around his door
Oh, 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 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 fifty-four
Oh, 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 say, "Sing," while you slave but I just get bored
And I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more