| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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, but I just get bored |
| I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more |
This song is from PJ's Guitar Chords & Lyrics site |