| I worked in her fields
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| and under her trees
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| I picked all her cotton
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| it stung me like bees
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| I shoveled her dirt
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| when no one else would
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| I gave her way more
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| than I ever should
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| and I’m still here with nothing
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| whatsoever
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| So I’m gonna work on Maggie’s farm forever
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| I ground down my knuckles for nothing at all
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| I’ve worked on my knees till i couldn’t crawl
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| I’ve felt so worthless I can hardly recall
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| a time before she had me trapped in her wall
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| the odds of me leaving are slim to almost never
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| yeah I’m gonna work on Maggie’s farm forever
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| I’ve thought to myself in the darkest of nights
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| of freedom above me where all is alright
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| But I wake up so cold on a cracked wooden floor
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| and I’ve got to admit I’m not sure anymore
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| yeah i live in this endless misery however,
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| yeah I’m gonna work on Maggie’s farm forever
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| I’ve dreamed to myself with no one around
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| of burning her plantation down to the ground
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| and watching her scream from her 3rd story room
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| and light up my shovel wheelbarrow and broom
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| all burned the point you could never exhume
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| a filthiest past one could ever endure
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| and her ashes will smolder the finest perfume
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| if i have the strength to get out of this room
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| i know no other living whatsoever
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| i’m gonna work on maggie’s farm forever.
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| I’m gonna work on maggie’s farm forever |