I ain’t got no home, I’m just a-roaming ’round
Just a wandering worker, I go from town to town
And the police make it hard for me no matter where I go
And I ain’t got no home in this world any more
No, I ain’t got no home in this world any more
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
No, I ain’t got no home in this world any more
Was farming on the shares, 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
No, I ain’t got no home in this world any more
I mined in your mines and I gathered in your corn
I been working, mister, since the day that I was born
Now I worry all the time like I never did before
And I ain’t got no home in this world anymore
No, I ain’t got no home in this world any more
Now as I look around, it’s mighty plain to see
This world is such a great and a funny place to be
Where the gambling man is rich while 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 any more
Words and music: Woody Guthrie