Bob Dylan - Maggies farm

^GI ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more ^GNo I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more ^GWell, I wake up in the morning, hold my hands and pray for rain ^GI got a head full of ideas that are driving me insane It's a ^Emshame the way she makes me scrub the ^Dfloor ^GI-- ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more

^GI ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more ^GNo I ain't gonna work for Maggie's broher no more ^GWell he hands me a nickel, he hands me a dime ^GHe asks you with a grin if you're having a good time ^GThen he fines you every time you slam the door ^GI ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more

^GI ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more ^GI ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more ^GWell he puts his cigar out in your face just for kicks ^GHis bedroom window, it is made out of bricks The ^Emnational guard stands around his ^Ddoor ^GI ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more

^GI ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more ^GI ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more ^GWell she talks to all the servants about man and god and law ^GEverybody says she's the brains behind pa She's ^Emsixty-eight, but she says she's ^Dfifty four ^GI ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more

^GI ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more ^GI ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more ^GWell I try my best to be just like I am ^GBut everybody wants you to be just like them ^EmThey say sing while you slave, but I just get^D bored ^GI ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more