title: Maggie’s Farmkey: Generalharp type: Chromaticgenre: Cskill: Any-4 -4 -4 <-3 -4 <-3 -4 <-3 -4 3 3I- ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more.-4 -4 -4 -4 <-3 -4 <-3 -4 <-3 -4 2 2No, I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more.-4 -4 -4 -4 -4 -4 3Well, I wake in the morning,-4 -4 -4 -4 -4 -4 -4Fold my hands and pray for rain.-4 -4 -4 -4 -4 -4 -4 -4 3I- got a head full of ideas–-4 -4 -4 -4 -4 <-3 -4 3That are drivin’ me in–sane.-4 -4 -4 -2 -2 -2 -2 -2 -2 -2 -2It’s a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor.-4 3 3 2 2 2 2 2 3 -1 2I- 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 grinIf you’re havin’ 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.No, I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s pa no more.Well, he puts his cigarOut in your face just for kicks.His bedroom windowIt is made out of bricks.The National Guard stands around his door.Ah, I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s pa no more.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 servantsAbout man and God and law.Everybody saysShe’s the brains behind pa.She’s sixty-eight, but she says she’s twenty-four.I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s ma no more.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 bestTo be just like I am,But everybody wants youTo be just like them.They sing while you slave and I just get bored.I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more.