Bruce Springsteen — I Aint Got No Home

I ain't got no home, I'm just a-ramblin' 'round I work when I can get it, I roam from town to town Police make it hard, boys, wherever I may go I ain't got no home in this world anymore I was farmin' shares and always I was done My debts, they was so many, my pay wouldn't go around Drought got my crops and Mr. Banker's at my door And I ain't got no home in this world anymore Six children I have raised, they're scattered and they're gone And my darling wife, to heaven she has flown She died of the fever upon the cabin floor And I ain't got no home in this world anymore I mined in your mines and I gathered your corn I been workin', mister, since the day that I was born I worry all the time like I never did before 'Cause I ain't got no home in this world anymore Well, now I just ramble 'round to see what I can see This wide wicked world is sure a funny place to be The gamblin' man is rich and the workin' man is poor I ain't got no home in this world anymore And I'm stranded on this road that goes from sea to sea A hundred thousand others are stranded here with me A hundred thousand others, yes, a hundred thousand more I ain't got no home in this world anymore