Well, I ain´t got no home I´m just ramblin´ round
Just a ramblin´ worker, go from town to town
Police make it hard wherever I may go
I ain´t got no home in this world anymore

All my brothers and my sisters have stranded on this road
That´s a hard ol´ dusty road that a million feet have trod
Rich men took our home and they drove us from our door
Man can´t feel at home in this world anymore

Well, as I look around me it´s funny and plain to see
This wicked cruel world is a funny ol´ place to be
The gamblin´ man is rich lord, the workin´ man is poor
Can´t fit his home in this world anymore