TITLE = Maggies Farm
CATEGORY = Rock
Artist=Bob Dylan
Speed = Text1
Beats = 4
Measures = 2
Font = 40
NOTE = ZZZZ165
G
Intro
G
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
G
No 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
I got a head full of ideas that are driving me insane
       Em                                   D
It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor
  G
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more 
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                                 D
Then he fines you every time you slam the door
   G
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more 
G
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, it is made out of bricks
      Em                              D
The National Guard stands around his door
   G
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
G
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more

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                                   D
She's sixty-eight, but she says she's fifty-four
   G
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
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
        Em                                   D
They say sing while you slave, but I just get bored
    G
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more