Verse 1
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Well, I ain't got no home,
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I'm a just a ramblin' ramblin'
Just a ramblin' worker,
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go from town to town
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Police make it hard,
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wherever I may go
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I ain't got no home in this world anymore
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And my brothers and my sisters
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were stranded on this road
It's a huddled dusty road
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that a million feet of fraud
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Rich man took her home
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and he drove us from my door
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And I can't feel at home
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in this world anymore
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Well, as I look around me,
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it's a funny plain to see
This wicked cruel world
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is a funny old place to be
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The gamblin' man is rich,
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Lord, the workin' man is poor
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I can't figure home in this world anymore
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Outro 1
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