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I ain't got no home, |
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I'm just a-roamin' 'round, |
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Just a wandrin' worker, |
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I go from town to town. |
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And the police make it hard wherever |
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I may go And |
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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 |
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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 |
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I gathered in your corn |
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I been working, mister, since the day |
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I was born |
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Now I worry all the time like |
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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 an' the workin' man is poor, |
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And I ain't got no home in this world anymore. |
