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DI ain't got no home, I'm just Ga-roamin' roundD I'm just a wand'rin worker, I roaE7m from town A7to town The Dpolice make it hard, whereveGr I may goD And I ain't got no home in this worlA7d any moreD
My brothers and my sisters are stranded on this road A hot and dusty road that a milion feet done trod Rich man took my home, lord, and he drove me from my door And I ain't got no home in this world any more I was farmin' on the share and always I was poor My crops I laid into the bankers store My wife took down and died upon the cabin floor And I ain't got no home in this world any more Now as I look around it's a-mighty plain to see The world is such a great and a funny old place to be The gamblin' man is rich, lord, the working man is poor And I ain't got no home in this world any more