Ain't Got No Home Woody Guthrie I ain’t got no home, I’m just a ramblin’ around A hard workin’ ramblin’ man, I go from town to town The police make it hard wherever I may go And I ain’t got no home in this world anymore I was farming on the share and always I was poor My crops I laid into the banker’s door And my wife took down and died upon the cabin floor And I ain’t got no home in this world anymore Now as I look around, its mighty plain to see This wide wicked world is a funny place to be The gamblin’ man is rich and the workin’ man is poor And I ain’t got no home in this world anymore alles-uke.de