Maggies Farm Bob Dylan

Maggies Farm

Bob Dylan

Catherine

82
Tuning Standard (E A D G B E)
Beat 4/4
Key: G
Capo:
No capo
Strumming 1

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Lyrics

[Intro]
| G | - | - | - |
| - |

[Verse 1]
  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                                      D7
It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor
  G
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more

[Verse 2]
  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 having a good time
        Em                                  D7
Then he fines you every time you slam the door
  G
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more

[Verse 3]
  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                                 D7
The National Guard stands around his door
Ah,
  G
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's Pa no more

[Verse 4]
G  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
She's sixty-eight,
                           D7
but she says she's fifty-four
  G
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's Ma no more

[Verse 5]
  G
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
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
They say,
Em
"Sing while you slave,
                      D7
" and I just get bored
Ah,
  G
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more

[Fade Out]
        | G |

Bars

[Intro]
| G | - | - | - |
| - |

[Verse 1]
     | G | -  | - |
| -  | - | -  | - |
| -  | - | -  | - |
| -  | - | -  | - |
| -  | - | -  | - |
| Em | - | D7 | - |
| 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
It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more

[Verse 2]
| G  | - | -  | - |
| -  | - | -  | - |
| -  | - | -  | - |
| -  | - | -  | - |
| -  | - | -  | - |
| Em | - | D7 | - |
| 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 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

[Verse 3]
| G  | - | -  | - |
| -  | - | -  | - |
| -  | - | -  | - |
| -  | - | -  | - |
| -  | - | Em | - |
| D7 | - | 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
The National Guard stands around his door
Ah,
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's Pa no more

[Verse 4]
         | G  | - |
| -  | - | -  | - |
| -  | - | G  | - |
| -  | - | -  | - |
| -  | - | -  | - |
| -  | - | -  | - |
| -  | - | -  | - |
| Em | - | D7 | - |
| 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
She's sixty-eight,
but she says she's fifty-four
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's Ma no more

[Verse 5]
         | G  | - |
| -  | - | -  | - |
| -  | - | -  | - |
| -  | - | -  | - |
| -  | - | -  | - |
| -  | - | Em | - |
| D7 | - | G  | - |
| -  | - | -  | - |
| -  | - |

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
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
They say,
"Sing while you slave,
" and I just get bored
Ah,
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more

[Fade Out]
        | G |

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