Woody Guthrie, 1938. Springsteen version recorded for Folkways: A Vision Shared: A Tribute To Woody Guthrie And Leadbelly in 1988.
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- Folkways: A Vision Shared: A Tribute To Woody Guthrie And Leadbelly (Compilation, 1988)
- Bruce Springsteen: vocals, guitar
- Roy Bittan: organ
- Nils Lofgren: guitar
Performed live 5 times (not including snippet performances). |
Performances broken down by tour (not including rehearsals and snippet performances)
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Released on Folkways: A Vision Shared: A Tribute To Woody Guthrie And Leadbelly (Compilation, 1988) and in an alternate version in connection with the PBS documentary.
Live versions are available on the following 1 official live downloads:
I AIN'T GOT NO HOME - V1 | 3:40 | COMP: FOLKWAYS / BACK |
I AIN'T GOT NO HOME - V2 | 3:12 | COMP: FOLKWAYS |
Note: Written by Woody Guthrie in the fall of 1938 and recorded by him on April 26, 1940 for Victor Records in New York City. Harold Leventhal, Guthrie's long-time business manager, broke into folk music after meeting Pete Seeger in 1948, was the man behind the project Folkways: A Vision Shared, a tribute to Guthrie and Lead Belly. Bruce Springsteen was one of the first artists to join the project. He recorded two Woody Guthrie songs for the tribute album, "I Ain’t Got No Home" and "Vigilante Man", between the completion of Tunnel Of Love and the end of the Tunnel Of Love Express Tour rehearsals. This song features Bruce on guitar and vocals, Roy Bittan on organ, and Nils Lofgren on guitar. Bruce changed the lyrics, making the song both more modern and more inclusive. A second, shorter version circulates, taken from the DVD video shot during a soundcheck on May 19, 1988 at Madison Square Garden, released on A Vision Shared: A Tribute To Woody Guthrie And Leadbelly home video. Bruce didn't sing Woody's last verse, so his final verse was, "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."
Studio Sessions: Human Touch
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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