| I ain’t got no home, I’m just a-roamin' 'round
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| Just a wandrin' worker, I go from town to town
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| And 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 have 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 a-farmin' on the shares, and always I was poor;
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| My crops I lay 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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| I mined in your mines and I gathered in your corn
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| I been working, mister, since the day I was born
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| Now I worry all the time like I never did before
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| Cause I ain’t got no home in this world anymore
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| Now as I look around, it’s mighty plain to see
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| This world is such a great and a funny place to be;
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| Oh, the gamblin' man is rich an' the workin' man is poor
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| And I ain’t got no home in this world anymore |