Maggie's Farm

Bob Dylan

Intro: G

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 on Maggie's farm 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

Em D

His bedroom window, it is made out of bricks

G

The National Guard stands around his door

G

I-- ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm 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

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

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