Dylan bob - Maggies farm

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    Date: Fri, 19 Jan 1996 18:22:25 -0500 (EST)
    From: "Kelvin W. Sherlock" 
    Subject: bob dylan crd: Maggie's Farm
    
    Intro: G
    
    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 
    
    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 
    
    Kelvin Sherlock
    ksherloc@moose.uvm.edu

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