Lyrics:
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 wake in the morning
Fold my hands and pray for
ever made
John was cool
He never did no after school
Late at night when he praised the Lord
He laid his hands down upon the bloody sword
John, St
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 wake in the morning
Fold my hands and pray for
Well, I ain't gonna work on
Maggie's farm no more
Ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
Wake up in the morning, fold my hands
Pray for rain got
Miss Maggie M'Gill she lived on a hill
Her daddy got drunk and left her the will
So she went down, down to Tangie Town
People down there
Really
Miss Maggie M'Gill she lived on a hill
Her daddy got drunk and left her the will
So she went down, down to Tangie Town
People down there
Really
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
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
and an apple
Say the bells of Whitechapel
Old Father Baldpate
Say the slow bells of Aldgate
Pokers and tongs
Say the bells of St. John's
Kettles
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
laugh, make 'em cry
Make 'em dance in the aisles
Make 'em pay, make 'em stay
Make them feel okay
Not now John, we've got to get on with the film show
I wander today to the hill Maggie to watch the scene below
The creek and the creeking old mill Maggie where we sat in long long ago
The green
I wander today to the hill Maggie
To watch the scene below
The creek and the creaking old mill Maggie
As we used to long, long ago.
The green grove
"John, Marsha, John, Marsha, John, Marsha"
laugh, make 'em cry
Make 'em dance in the aisles
Make 'em pay, make 'em stay
Make them feel okay
Not now John, we've got to get on with the film show
She was hungry and feeling alone
We put her in the back seat
Told her we were taking her home
Run, Maggie run
With the heart of a rebel child
Oh,
Oh dirty Maggie Mae they have taken her away
And she never walk down Lime Street any more
Oh the judge he guilty found her
For robbing a homeward
Maggie's up each morning at four am
By five at the counter at the diner
Her trucker friends out on the road will soon be stoppin in
As the lights
(The green grove is gone from the hill, Maggie, where first the daisies sprung.)
I wandered today to the hill, Maggie
To watch the scene below
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
No, I aint gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
Well, I wake up in the morning
Fold my hands and pray
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 wake up in the morning
Fold my hands and pray
bury Sweet Maggie in a Y shaped coffin
All over St. John's she was the talk of the town
And her business was booming with her knickers half down
Sweet
John, oh, John, John
Let's hope for peace
Oh, John, let's hope for peace
John, oh, John
Let's hope for peace
Let's hope for peace
Let's hope
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,
Put my hands and pray for
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