[Originally by Woody Guthrie]
I ain't got no home, I'm just roaming 'round I'm just a wondering worker who goes 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 many feet have trod The rich man took my home and drove me through my door And I ain't got no home in this world anymore I was farming on the shares and always I was poor My crops laid up in the bankers store My wife laid down and died upon the cabin floor And I ain't got no home in this world anymore As I look around, it's mighty plain to see This world is such a great and funny place to be The gambling man is rich and the working man is poor And I ain't got no home in this world anymore No I ain't got no home in this world