Maggie's Farm, from Real Live

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I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more

G
Said 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
Got a head full of ideas driving me insane

G      Em                                  D       G
It's a shame the way she make me scrub the floor

G
Ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more 

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 fine you a nickel, he fine you a dime
Ask you with a grin, "Are we having a good time?"
Then he fines you every time you slam the door
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more 

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more 
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 is made out of bricks
Though the National Guard stands around his door
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
Said 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 tells me she's the brains behind Pa
Sixty-eight, but she says she twenty-four
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more

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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
Everybody wants you to be just like them
They say sing while you slave; I get bored
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more 

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