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CI ain't got no Chome, I'm Fjust a-roamin' 'Cround, CJust a wandrin' Cworker, I Ggo from town to Gtown. And the Cpolice make it Chard wherFever I may Cgo And I Cain't got no Chome in this Gworld anyCmore.
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My Cbrothers and my Csisters are Fstranded on this Croad, A Chot and dusty Croad that a Gmillion feet have Gtrod; CRich man took my Chome and Fdrove me from my Cdoor And I Cain't got no Chome in this Gworld anyCmore.
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Was a-Cfarmin' on the Cshares, and Falways I was Cpoor; My Ccrops I Clay inGto the banker's Gstore. My Cwife took down and Cdied uFpon the cabin Cfloor, And I Cain't got no Chome in this Gworld anyCmore.
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Now Cas I look aCround, it's Fmighty plain to Csee This Cworld is such a Cgreat and a Gfunny place to Gbe; Oh, the Cgamblin' man is Crich an' the Fworkin' man is Cpoor, And I Cain't got no Chome in this Gworld anyCmore.
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