| I ain’t got no home, I’m just a-rambling round
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| I’m just a wandering worker, I roam from town to town
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| The police make it hard wherever I may go
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| And I ain’t got no home in this world anymore
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| My brothers and my sisters are stranded on this road
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| A hot and dusty road that a million feet done trod;
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| Rich man took my home and drove me from my door
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| And I ain’t got no home in this world anymore
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| Was farming on the share, and always I was poor
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| My crops I laid into the banker’s store;
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| My wife took down and died upon the cabin floor
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| And I ain’t got no home in this world anymore
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| Now as I look round, it’s mighty plain to see
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| The world is such a great and a funny place to be;
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| The gambling man is rich and the working man is poor
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| And I ain’t got no home in this world anymore |