MAGGIE'S FARM  (Bob Dylan)
 
 
   Em
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
        B
It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor
   Em                               D  Em    D Em D Em
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more


   Em
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 nickel he hands you a dime

He asks with a grin if you're havin' a good time
         B
then he fines you every time you slam the door
   Em                                   D  Em   D Em D Em 
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more


   Em
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 
     B
the National Guard stands around his door
       Em                              D  Em   D Em D Em
Ah! I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more


   Em
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more

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
       B  
She's sixty-eight but she says she's twenty-four
  Em                               D  Em    D Em D Em  
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more


   Em
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
      B
they sing while you slave and I just get bored
   Em                               D  Em    D Em D Em  
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more