Bob Dylan
I Ain’t Got No Home
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 have 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