Maggie's farm?

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 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
I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more

God, what an arsehole. "I'm too special to clean things." Wanker.

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 havin’ a good time
Then he fines you every time you slam the door
I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s brother no more

So don't slam the door. Problem solved.

I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s pa no more
No, I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s pa no more
Well, he puts his cigar
Out in your face just for kicks

OK, yeah, that sounds bad. That's actually a pretty serious crime.

His bedroom window
It is made out of bricks

Wait, what?

The National Guard stands around his door
Ah, I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s pa no more

What are the national guard doing there? And what's the deal with the bricked up window? I think Maggie's father could use a bit more focus in this story. What the hell is going on with him?

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

Well, yeah, he seems like he might have lost the plot a bit if he's bricking up windows. On the other hand, there is that national guard thing. Can we go back to "pa" for a minute? No?

She’s sixty-eight, but she says she’s twenty-four
I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s ma no more

OK, so she's definitely mentally ill, right? No one in their right mind could expect to get away with a lie so obvious. But she's the brains? And you know what, you haven't really said anything about Maggie. She apparently owns the farm but she was strangely absent from the song. Or are you Maggie? If you're Maggie, I don't think you own the farm. If you're not Maggie, where is she?

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 and I just get bored
I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more

Yeah, I think that might be for the best.