I ain't got no home, I'm just roamin' round
Just wanderin' worker I go from town to town
And the police make it hard wherever I may go
And I ain't go no home in this world anymore
Lead Guitar
My brothers and my sisters are stranded on this road
My hot and dusty road that a million feet of trodd
Rich man took my home and drove me from my door
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore
Lead Harmonica
Was ah farmin' on the shares and always I was poor
My crops I lay into the bankers 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 ah funny place to be
All the gambling man is rich and the working' man is poor
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore
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