Maggie's Farm - Bob Dylan Tabbed by: Wilber email: timi_hendrix1@hotmail.com tuning: standard Intro: Am/

^AmI ain't gonna work on maggie's farm no more ^AmNo I ain't gonna work on maggie's farm no more ^AmWell, I wake in the morning, fold my hands and pray for rain ^AmI've got a head full of ideas that are drivin' me insane It's a s^Bmhame the way she makes me scrub the fl^Eoor I ^Amain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more

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 a nickel, he hands you a dime He asks you with a grin if you're havin' a good time Then he fines you every time you slam the door I ain't gonna work for maggie's brother no more I ain't gonna work for maggie's pa no more No, i ain't gonna work for maggie's pa no more He puts his cigar, out in you face just fo kicks His bedroom window is made out of bricks the National Guard stands around his door I ain't gonna work for maggie's pa no more I ain't gonna work for maggie's ma no more No, i ain't gonna work for maggie's ma no more she talks to all the servants, about man and God and law Everybody says she's the brains behind pa She's sixty-eight but she says she's twenty-four I ain't gonna work for maggie's ma no more 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 They say sing while you slave and i just get bored I ain't gonna work on maggie's farm no more

Bob Dylan - Maggies farm