Intro
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[Verse 1]
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I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
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No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
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Well, I wake up in the morning, hold my hands and pray for rain
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I got a head full of ideas that are driving me insane
Dm C
It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor
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I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
[Verse 2]
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I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
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No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
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Well he hands you a nickel, he hands you a dime
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He asks you with a grin if you're having a good time
Dm C
Then he fines you every time you slam the door
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I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
[Verse 3]
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I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
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No, I ain't work for Maggie's pa no more
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Well he puts his cigar out in your face just for kicks
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His bedroom window, it is made out of bricks
Dm C
The National Guard stands around his door
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I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
[Interlude]
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(harp)
[Verse 4]
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I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
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No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
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Well she talks to all the servants about Man and God and Law
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Everybody says she's the brains behind Pa
Dm C
She's sixty-eight, but she says she's fifty-four
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I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
[Interlude]
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[Verse 5]
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I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
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I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
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Well, I try my best to be just like I am
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But everybody wants you to be just like them
Dm C
They say sing while you slave, but I just get bored
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I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
[Outro]
(repeat and fade)
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