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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 are 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
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