Bob Dylan – I Aint Got No Home (Guitar)

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I ain't got no home, I'm just a-ramblin' 'round

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Just a ramblin worker, I go from town to town.

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The police make it hard  wherever I may go

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I ain't got no home in this world anymore.

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My brothers and my sisters are stranded on this road

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A hot and dusty road that a million feet have trod

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Rich man took my home and drove me from my door

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And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.

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Well, as I look around, it's funny plain to see

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This wicked cruel world, is a funny old place to be

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The gamblin' man is rich, the workin' man is poor

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I cant feel at home in this world anymore