[Originally by Woody Guthrie]

I ain't got no home, I'm just roaming 'round. I'm just a wondering worker who goes from town to town. The police make it hard wherever I may go. And I ain't got no home in this world anymore. My brothers and my sisters are stranded on this road. A hot and dusty road that many feet have trod. The rich man took my home and drove me through my door. And I ain't got no home in this world anymore. I was farming on the shares and always I was poor. My crops laid up in the bankers store. My wife laid down and died upon the cabin floor. And I ain't got no home in this world anymore. As I look around, it's mighty plain to see. This world is such a great and funny place to be. The gambling man is rich and the working man is poor. And I ain't got no home in this world anymore. No I ain't got no home in this world.