Maggies Farm

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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
       Em                        
It's a shame the way she makes me 
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scrub the floor
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I-- ain't gonna work on Maggie's 
farm no more

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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
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        Em                      
Then he fines you every time you 
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slam the door
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I ain't gonna work for Maggie's 
brother no more

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I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa 
no more
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I ain't gonna 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
        Em                         
The National Guard stands around 
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his door
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I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa 
no more

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