| G | % | % | % | [Verse 1]G I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no moreG No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no moreG Well, I wake up in the morning, hold my hands and pray for rainG I got a head full of ideas that are driving me insaneEm D It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floorG I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more [Verse 2]G I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no moreG No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no moreG Well he hands you a nickel, he hands you a dimeG He asks you with a grin if you're having a good timeEm D Then he fines you every time you slam the doorG I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more[Verse 3]G I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no moreG No, I ain't work for Maggie's pa no moreG Well he puts his cigar out in your face just for kicksG His bedroom window, it is made out of bricksEm D The National Guard stands around his doorG I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more [Interlude]| G | % | % | % | (harp)| G | % | % | % | (harp) [Verse 4]G I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no moreG No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no moreG Well she talks to all the servants about Man and God and LawG Everybody says she's the brains behind PaEm D She's sixty-eight, but she says she's fifty-fourG I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more [Interlude]| G | % | % | % | (harp)| G | % | [Verse 5] g I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no moreG I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no moreG Well, I try my best to be just like I amG But everybody wants you to be just like themEm D They say sing while you slave, but I just get boredG I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more [Outro] (repeat and fade)| G | % | % | % | (harp)
Maggies Farm
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