From 'Hard Rain' (1976) album.
C
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
F C
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
C
Well, I wake up in the morning, fold my hands and pray for rain
C
I got a head full of ideas, drivin' me insane
G Dm F G
It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor oh oh oh
C F C
No I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
C
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
F C
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
C
Well, he hands you a nickel, he hands you a dime
C
He asks you with a grin if you're havin' a good time
C G Dm F G
Then he fines you every time you slam the door oh oh oh
C F C
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
C
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
F C
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
C
Well, he puts his cigar out in your face, just for kicks
C
His bedroom window, it is made out of bricks
C G Dm F G
The National Guard stands around his door oh oh oh
C F C
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
C
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
F C
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
C
Well, she talks to all the servants about man and God and law
C
Everybody tells me she's the brains behind pa
C G Dm F G
She's sixty-eight, but she says she's twenty-four oh oh oh
C F C
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
C
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
F C
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
C
Well, I try my best to be just like I am
C
But everybody wants you to be just like them
C G Dm F G
They say, "Sing while you slave" and I just get bored oh oh oh
C F C
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
Maggies Farm acordes
de Bob Dylan
