text: I aint got no home, Im just a-ramblin round
  I work when I can get it, I roam from town to town
  Police make it hard, boys, wherever I may go
  I aint got no home in this world anymore
  I was farmin shares and always I was done
  My debts, they was so many, my pay wouldnt go around
  Drought got my crops and Mr. Bankers at my door
  And I aint got no home in this world anymore
  Six children I have raised, theyre scattered and theyre gone
  And my darling wife, to heaven she has flown
  She died of the fever upon the cabin floor
  And I aint got no home in this world anymore
  I mined in your mines and I gathered your corn
  I been workin, mister, since the day that I was born
  I worry all the time like I never did before
  Cause I aint got no home in this world anymore
  Well, now I just ramble round to see what I can see
  This wide wicked world is sure a funny place to be
  The gamblin man is rich and the workin man is poor
  I aint got no home in this world anymore
  And Im stranded on this road that goes from sea to sea
  A hundred thousand others are stranded here with me
  A hundred thousand others, yes, a hundred thousand more
  I aint got no home in this world anymore