intro
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1.
G7
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 in the morning, fold my hands and 
pray for rain. 
I got a head full of ideas that are drivin’ me insane. 
Em D7
It’s a  shame  the way she makes me scrub the  floor. 
G7
Oh, I  ain ’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more. 
instrumental
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2.
G7
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 D7
Then he  fine s you for every time you slam the  door. 
G7
I  ain ’t gonna work for Maggie’s brother no more.
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3.
G7
I  ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s pa no more. 
No, I aint 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 D7
The  Nati onal Guard stands around his  door. 
G7
Ah, I  ain ’t gonna work for Maggie’s pa no more.
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4.
G7
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 say’s she’s the brains behind pa. 
Em D7
She’s  sixt y-eight, but she says she’s fifty- four. 
G7
I  ain ’t gonna work for Maggie’s ma no more.
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5.
G7
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 D7
They say  sing  while you slave and I just get  bore d. 
G7
I  ain ’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more.
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