Maggies Farm

| G | % | % | % | G I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more G No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more G Well, I wake up in the morning, hold my hands and pray for rain G 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 G I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more G No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more G Well he hands you a nickel, he hands you a dime G 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 G I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more G No, I ain't work for Maggie's pa no more G Well he puts his cigar out in your face just for kicks G 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 | G | % | % | % | (harp) | G | % | % | % | (harp) G I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more G No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more G Well she talks to all the servants about Man and God and Law G 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 | G | % | % | % | (harp) | G | % | g I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more G I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more G Well, I try my best to be just like I am G 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 (repeat and fade) | G | % | % | % | (harp)