Maggies Farm acordes

From 'Hard Rain' (1976) album.

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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 wake up in the morning, fold my hands and pray for rain
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I got a head full of ideas, drivin' me insane
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It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor oh oh oh
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No 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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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 havin' a good time
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Then he fines you every time you slam the door oh oh oh
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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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No, 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
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The National Guard stands around his door oh oh oh
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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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No, 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 tells me she's the brains behind pa
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She's sixty-eight, but she says she's twenty-four oh oh oh
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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
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They say, "Sing while you slave" and I just get bored oh oh oh
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I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more