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.