I Ain´t Got No Home - Woody Guthrie

I ain’t got no home, I’m just a-roamin' 'round

Just a wandrin' worker, I go from town to town

And 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 have 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 shares, and always I was poor;

My crops I lay 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

I mined in your mines and I gathered in your corn

I been working, mister, since the day I was born

Now I worry all the time like I never did before

Cause I ain’t got no home in this world anymore

Now as I look around, it’s mighty plain to see

This world is such a great and a funny place to be;

Oh, the gamblin' man is rich an' the workin' man is poor

And I ain’t got no home in this world anymore