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.



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.