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