Sindigwiranso ntchito pafamu ya Maggie
No, I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more
Well, I wake up in the morning, hold my hands and pray for rain
I got a head full of ideas that are driving me insane
Ndi zamanyazi momwe amandipangira kukolopa pansi
Sindigwiranso ntchito pafamu ya Maggie
Sindigwiranso ntchito kwa mchimwene wake wa Maggie
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
Kenako amakulipitsani nthawi iliyonse mukamenyetsa chitseko
Sindigwiranso ntchito kwa mchimwene wake wa Maggie
Sindigwiranso ntchito kwa a Maggie
Sindigwiranso ntchito kwa a Maggie
Well he puts his cigar out in your face just for kicks
His bedroom window, it is made out of bricks
The National Guard stands around his door
Sindigwiranso ntchito kwa a Maggie
Sindigwiranso ntchito kwa amayi a Maggie
Sindigwiranso ntchito kwa amayi a Maggie
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
Sindigwiranso ntchito kwa amayi a Maggie
Sindigwiranso ntchito pafamu ya Maggie
Sindigwiranso ntchito pafamu ya Maggie
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
Sindigwiranso ntchito pafamu ya Maggie