G 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 wake up in the morning, Fold my hands and pray for rain. I got a head full of ideas That are drivin' 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. 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, 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. No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more. Well, he puts his cigar Out in your face just for kicks. His bedroom window It is made out of bricks. Em D The National Guard stands around his door. G Ah, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more. G I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more. No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more. Well, she talks to all the servants About man and God and law. 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 for Maggie's ma no more. G 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. Em They say "sing while you slave," D And I just get bored. G I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more. | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsD Em G |