C F C I ain't got no home, I'm just a-ramblin' 'round C D G Just a ramblin worker, I go from town to town. C F C The police make it hard wherever I may go C G C I ain't got no home in this world anymore. C F C My brothers and my sisters are stranded on this road C D G A hot and dusty road that a million feet have trod C F C Rich man took my home and drove me from my door C G C And I ain't got no home in this world anymore. C F C Well, as I look around, it's funny plain to see C D G This wicked cruel world, is a funny old place to be C F C The gamblin' man is rich, the workin' man is poor C G C I cant feel at home in this world anymore
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