I Ain't Got No Home

I ain't got no home, I'm just a-ramblin' round
I'm just a wandrin' worker, I roam from town to town
The police make it hard wherever I may go
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.

Was a-farmin' on the share, and always I was poor
My crops I laid into the banker's store
My wife took down and died upon the cabin floor
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.

I ain't got no home, I'm just a-ramblin' round
I'm just a wandrin' worker, I roam from town to town
The police make it hard wherever I may go
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.

Now as I look round, it's mighty plain to see
The world is such a great and a funny place to be
The gamblin' man is rich and the workin' man is poor
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.

I ain't got no home, I'm just a-ramblin' round
I'm just a wandrin' worker, I roam from town to town
The police make it hard wherever I may go
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.

© Words and music: Woody Guthrie
(as it appears on the album Banjo Troubadour)

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