I ain't got no home, I'm just a-ramblin' 'round A hard workin' ramblin' man, that goes from town to town Police make it hard wherever I may go And I ain't got no home in this world anymore I was a-farmin' on the shares, and always I was poor My crops I lay into the banker's store 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, it's 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