Maggie's Farm
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1. 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, hold my hands and pray for rain,
I
got a head full of ideas that are driving me insane,
Em D
it's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor.
G
I--
ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more .
2. 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.
Em D
Then he fines you every time you slam the door.
G
I--
ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more .
3. I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
,
I
ain't gonna work for Maggie'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,
Em D
the
National Guard stands around his door.
G
I--
ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more.
4. 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.
Em D
She's
sixty-eight, but she says she's fifty-four.
G
I--
ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more.
5. I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no
more,
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.
Em D
They say sing while you slave, but I just get bored.
G
I--
ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
(Bob Dylan)