I Ain't Got no Home, I'm Just A-ramblin' Round
I'm Just a Wandrin' 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 A-farmin' 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 Gamblin' Man Is Rich and the Workin' Man Is Poor
And I Ain't Got no Home in This World Anymore.