I Ain't Got No Home, I'm Just A Ramblin' Around
A Hard Working Ramblin' Man, I Go From Town To Town
The Police Make It Hard Wherever I May Go
And I Ain't Got No Home In This World Anymore

I Was Farmin' On The Shares And Always I Was Poor
My Crops I Laid Into The Banker's Door
And My Wife Took Down And Died Upon The Cabin Floor
And I Ain't Got No Home In This World Anymore

I Ain't Got No Home, I'm Just A Ramblin' Around
A Hard Working Ramblin' Man, I Go From Town To Town
The Police Make It Hard Wherever I May Go
And I Ain't Got No Home In This World Anymore

Now As I Look Around It's Mighty Plain To See
This Wide Wicked World Is A Funny Place To Be
The Gamblin' Man Is Rich And The Workin' Man Is Poor
And I Ain't Got No Home In This World Anymore