I Ain't Got No Home

I Ain't Got No Home

I ain't got no home, I'm 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 ain't got no home in this world anymore

I was farmin' shares and always I was down
My debts they was so many, ma, they wouldn't go around
The drought it got my crop and Mr. Banker's at my door
I ain't got no home in this world anymore

Six children I have raised, they're scattered and they're gone
And my darling wife to heaven she has flown
She died of the fever, yes, on the cabin floor
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 that I was born
I worry all the time like I never did before
'Cause I ain't 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 ain't got no home in this world anymore

Well, I'm stranded on this road that goes from sea to sea
A hundred thousand others are stranded here with me
A hundred thousand others, yes, and a hundred thousand more
I ain't got no home in this world anymore

Yee, ooh, ah ah, woo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Woo, ooh, hoo hoo, hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hee hee hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hee hoo hoo hoo hoo ha, hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Yee, ooh, ooh ooh, ooh, woo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hee, woo ooh ah, hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hee hee, hoo hoo hoo

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I Ain't Got No Home (Live Version)

February 1988

I ain't got no home, I'm 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 ain't got no home in this world anymore

Six children I have raised, they're scattered and they're gone
And my darling wife to heaven she has flown
She died of the fever, yes, on the cabin floor
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 that I was born
Now I worry all the time like I never did before
I ain't got no home in this world anymore

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 ain't got no home in this world anymore

Well, I'm stranded on this road that goes from sea to sea
A hundred thousand others are stranded here with me
A hundred thousand others, yes, and a hundred thousand more
I ain't got no home in this world anymore

Ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Woo ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

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