Lyrics Cherokee (Autumn in New York) - Tal Farlow

Cherokee (Autumn in New York)

I ain’t got no home, I’m just a-rambling round
I’m just a wandering 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
My brothers and my sisters are stranded on this road
A hot and dusty road that a million feet done trod;
Rich man took my home and drove me from my door
And I ain’t got no home in this world anymore
Was farming 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
Now as I look round, it’s mighty plain to see
The world is such a great and a 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