Words & Music by Woody Guthrie

© Copyright 1961 (renewed) and 1963 (renewed) by Woody Guthrie Publications, Inc. & TRO-Ludlow Music, Inc. BMI

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.

No, I ain’t got no home in this world anymore.

My brothers and my sisters, are stranded on this road,

A hot and dusty highway 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 anymore.

Was a-farmin’ on the shares, and always I was poor;

All 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.

No, I ain’t got no home in this world anymore.

I mined in your mines, and I gathered in your corn

I been workin’, mister, since the day I was born

Now I worry all the time, like I never done before

‘Cause I ain’t got no home in this world anymore

No, I ain’t got no home in this world anymore.

Now as I look around, it’s mighty plain to see

This wild and wicked world is such 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.

No, I ain’t got no home in this world anymore.

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.

No, I ain’t got no home in this world anymore.