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I ain't got no home, I'm just a-roamin' 'round |
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Just a wanderin' worker, I go from town to town |
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And the police make it hard wherever I may go |
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And I ain't got no home in this world anymore |
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My brothers and my sisters are stranded on this road |
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A hot and dusty road that a million feet have trod |
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Rich man took my home and drove me from my door |
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And I ain't got no home in this world anymore |
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Was a-farmin' on the shares and always I was poor |
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My crops, I lay into the banker's store |
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My wife took down and died upon the cabin floor |
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And I ain't got no home in this world anymore |
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I mined in your mines and I gathered in your corn |
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I been working, mister, since the day I was born |
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Now I worry all the time like I never did before |
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'Cause I ain't got no home in this world anymore |
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Now as I look around, it's mighty plain to see |
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This world is such a great and a funny place to be |
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Oh, the gamblin' man is rich and the workin' man is poor |
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And I ain't got no home in this world anymore |
