Maggie's Farm

        Em

Well, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more 


No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more 


Wake up 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
  
No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more 





Well, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more 
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more 
He hands you a nickel 
He hands you a dime 
He asks with a grin 
If you're havin' a good time 

Then he fines you every time you slam the door 
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more 
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more 



Well, 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 try my best 
To be just like I am 
But everybody wants you 
To be just like them 
Well, they sing while you slave and I get bored  
No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more 
No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more 
No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more 
No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more 
No more!