I Ain't Got No Home
Woody Guthrie Lyrics


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I ain't got no home, I'm just a-roamin' 'round,
Just a wandrin' worker, I go from town to town.
And the police make it hard wherever I may go
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.

My brothers and my sisters are stranded on this road,
A hot and dusty road that a million feet have trod;
Rich man took my home and drove me from my door
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.

Was a-farmin' on the shares, and always I was poor;
My crops I lay into the banker's store.
My wife took down and died upon the cabin floor,
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.

I mined in your mines and I gathered in your corn
I been working, mister, since the day I was born
Now I worry all the time like I never did before
'Cause I ain't got no home in this world anymore

Now as I look around, it's mighty plain to see
This world is such a great and a funny place to be;

Oh, the gamblin' man is rich an' the workin' man is poor,
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.

Overall Meaning

The song "I Ain't Got No Home" by Woody Guthrie details the struggles of being a wandering worker with no stable home in a world that is divided by class and wealth. The first verse describes the singer's wandering lifestyle, going from town to town and facing hardship from the police wherever they go. The second verse reveals that the singer is not alone in their struggles, as their brothers and sisters are also stranded on the same difficult road. They have been driven from their home by a rich man and have no place to call home anymore.


The third verse presents the singer's past experiences as a farmer who was always poor and had to store their crops at the mercy of the banker. Their wife died on the cabin floor, leaving the singer alone and homeless. The final verse speaks to the larger societal issues of the time, where the gamblin' man is rich and the workin' man is poor. The singer worries constantly about their lack of stability and security, with no home to call their own.


Line by Line Meaning

I ain't got no home, I'm just a-roamin' 'round,
I don't have a permanent residence, I just travel from place to place.


Just a wandrin' worker, I go from town to town.
I am an itinerant worker who moves from one place to another looking for work.


And the police make it hard wherever I may go
Law enforcement officials make it difficult for me to settle down and find employment.


And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.
I don't have a place to call home in this cruel world.


My brothers and my sisters are stranded on this road,
My fellow workers are also struggling and unable to find stability.


A hot and dusty road that a million feet have trod;
The road is well-worn and many people have traveled it.


Rich man took my home and drove me from my door
A wealthy person stole my house and made me no longer welcome there.


And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.
As a result, I am left with no place to live in this world.


Was a-farmin' on the shares, and always I was poor;
I used to farm on a sharecropping arrangement and was always struggling financially.


My crops I lay into the banker's store.
I had to put my crops into the bank's warehouse because I didn't have the means to store them myself.


My wife took down and died upon the cabin floor,
To make matters worse, my wife passed away in our small cabin.


And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.
Now I am truly alone, with no place to call home.


I mined in your mines and I gathered in your corn
I have done all sorts of physical labor, from mining to farming.


I been working, mister, since the day I was born
I have been working since I was born, with no breaks to speak of.


Now I worry all the time like I never did before
These days, I am always anxious and stressed out.


'Cause I ain't got no home in this world anymore
Being homeless and adrift has taken a heavy toll on me.


Now as I look around, it's mighty plain to see
When I observe the world, it becomes abundantly clear to me.


This world is such a great and a funny place to be;
The world is a strange and unpredictable place to exist in.


Oh, the gamblin' man is rich an' the workin' man is poor,
Those who win big at gambling are wealthy, while those who work tirelessly remain poor.


And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.
And I, unfortunately, have no place to call home in this world of inequality and injustice.




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Written by: Woody Guthrie

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@humboldt2087

This song is as relevant as ever. Consider the themes:


Predatory finance.
"Rich man took my home and drove me from my door."
The very rich man running the finances of the wealthiest country in the world (Steve Mnuchin) made boatloads of money illegally foreclosing on the mortgages his Wall Street firm had purchased from the government, which sold said mortgages on the express condition that he make foreclosure the very last resort, reserving seizure of collateral for only the most hopelessly insolvent cases (not even to speak of those who were current on their payments).


Monopolistic financial and industrial intermediaries
"Was a-farmin' on the shares, and always I was poor;
My crops I lay into the banker's store."
With the total neutering of anti-trust law over the past 40 years, the federal government has stood by as giant grain millers, produce processors, and slaughterhouses have swallowed up all plausible competitors, enabling capital to squeeze out every drop of wealth produced by family farmers (just short of bare subsistence, of course). Meanwhile, financial consolidation has given elite speculators the right to direct the flow of capital through the economy (i.e. the productive use of society's collective wealth), to the primary benefit of themselves.


Maternal mortality
"My wife took down and died upon the cabin floor..."
The "essential workers" who toil to produce the country's wealth are least prioritized when it comes to the distribution of essential medical care. Today, black women have disproportionately low access to prenatal care and general health care, and they die during childbirth at 2.5 times the rate of white women.


Rigged economic system
"Oh, the gamblin' man is rich an' the workin' man is poor..."
The Federal Reserve, with the power to create oceans of liquidity at a keystroke, has broken with its conservative tradition and committed to directly supporting the exchange values of the riskiest assets (i.e. those favored by wealthy speculators who have spent the years since the financial meltdown of 2008 ignoring the government's calls to avoid overleveraging their firms). Meanwhile, the diligent and frugal workers and owners of small businesses are tossed a tenuous, conditional, and often just-out-of-reach financial lifeline by Congress, to be intermediated, of course, by the bloated banking institutions that have spent the last decade consolidating and neglecting anyone but the already well-capitalized firms.



@meerasrinivasan475

What a terrific song and what a terrific man! He wrote a modified version of this song against Donald Trump's father, Fred Trump, who was his landlord in Brooklyn when Woody lived there and wrote this song.

Beach Haven ain’t my home!
I just can’t pay this rent!
My money’s down the drain!
And my soul is badly bent!
Beach Haven looks like heaven
Where no black ones come to roam!
No, no, no! Old Man Trump!
Old Beach Haven ain’t my home!

Woody Guthrie had Huntington's Disease and died of this terrible neurodegenerative illness at a young age. Kindly make your contribution to fighting this horrible illness that runs in families, and other causes Woody stood for. His song written more than seventy years ago is still pertinent. The rich gambling man does better, and controls, the working man. How amazingly ahead of his time was Woody. We need more people singing his songs in 2016 elections...right in front of the Trump towers and Trump's stump speeches. Many of his lines from his songs could be made into campaign slogans for Bernie and few other Democrats.



@austinw9602

I ain't got no home, I'm just a-roamin' 'round,
Just a wandrin' worker, I go from town to town.
And the police make it hard wherever I may go
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.

My brothers and my sisters are stranded on this road,
A hot and dusty road that a million feet have trod;
Rich man took my home and drove me from my door
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.

Was a-farmin' on the shares, and always I was poor;
My crops I lay into the banker's store.
My wife took down and died upon the cabin floor,
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.

I mined in your mines and I gathered in your corn
I been working, mister, since the day I was born
Now I worry all the time like I never did before
'Cause I ain't got no home in this world anymore

Now as I look around, it's mighty plain to see
This world is such a great and a funny place to be;
Oh, the gamblin' man is rich an' the workin' man is poor,
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.



All comments from YouTube:

@sirphineasluciusambercromb9114

This story describes my life in 2022. Unbelievable that we're dealing with the same issues as Woody dealt with in the Depression and WW2.

@KittSpiken

Least they were honest enough to call it a depression on the way back.

@JustSomeGuyOk

Not even close..

@tootsietkable

@@JustSomeGuyOk same issues modified & tech savy

@kenetickups6146

the parasitic 1% run us even more than then

@Jewels122003

nothing changed

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@teresathomley3703

Woody Guthrie is equally at home in both the folk and country traditions. And he was a working class man with class consciousness- which is what we need a hell of a lot more of.

@dean5220

Hello Teresa, How are you doing?

@TheHexidecimal

Har har

@judemccoy9623

Yes he was a socialist and saw the true downfalls of ultra capitalists and their lack of respect or care for the working class hero’s of the world, rich people don’t realise that without us they are nothing

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