[Originally by Woody Guthrie]



I ain't got no home, I'm just roaming 'round.
I'm just a wondering worker who goes from town to town.
The police make it hard wherever I may go.
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.
My brothers and my sisters are stranded on this road.
A hot and dusty road that many feet have trod.
The rich man took my home and drove me through my door.
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.
I was farming on the shares and always I was poor.
My crops laid up in the bankers store.
My wife laid down and died upon the cabin floor.
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.
As I look around, it's mighty plain to see.
This world is such a great and funny place to be.
The gambling man is rich and the working man is poor.
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.
No I ain't got no home in this world.