I Ain't Got No Home in This World Anymore
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

In Woody Guthrie’s iconic song “I Ain’t Got No Home in This World Anymore,” the singer laments his current state of being a homeless migrant worker who roams from town to town. He expresses his discontent with the police who make life hard for him and how he has no place in the world anymore. Guthrie then shares a broader picture of the situation, acknowledging that he is not alone, and many others like his brothers and sisters have been stranded on this dusty road, feeling the same way he does.


Guthrie uses the song as a platform to speak about the injustices that the working class has faced. He mentions how he once farmed as a sharecropper and was always poor, and how his crops were taken by the banker. He also shares the tragedy of losing his wife to death as she lay dying on their cabin floor, further illustrating the hardships and hopelessness that come with poverty. Throughout the song, Guthrie gives examples of his many years of labor, from mining to gathering corn, yet he still finds himself in the same predicament.


Finally, Guthrie offers a bleak depiction of the world, with the rich and wealthy benefiting from the labor of the poor, who never seem to escape their impoverished state. His lyrics emphasize the big gap between the social classes, suggesting that even with all his hard work, he will never reach any measure of financial stability or a sense of home.


Line by Line Meaning

I ain't got no home, I'm just a-roamin' 'round
I am a homeless wanderer with no place to call my own.


Just a wandrin' worker, I go from town to town
I am a migrant worker who travels from place to place in search of employment.


And the police make it hard wherever I may go
Law enforcement officials make it difficult for me to find a safe place to stay and work.


And I ain't got no home in this world anymore
I have been pushed to the margins of society and have no place in this world to call my own.


My brothers and my sisters are stranded on this road
My fellow workers are also struggling to survive on the road.


A hot and dusty road that a million feet have trod
The road is well-traveled and has been worn down over time by the many people who have traveled on it.


Rich man took my home and drove me from my door
A wealthy person took my home away from me and forced me to leave.


And I ain't got no home in this world anymore
I have lost everything and have nowhere to go in this world.


Was a-farmin' on the shares, and always I was poor
I farmed land that wasn't mine, receiving only a share of the profits, and struggled to make ends meet.


My crops I lay into the banker's store
I had to store my crops with the banker, who took advantage of my desperate situation and charged me exorbitant rates.


My wife took down and died upon the cabin floor
My wife passed away in our humble home, leaving me alone to struggle with the challenges of life.


And I ain't got no home in this world anymore
I have lost my wife and my home, and have no place in this world to call my own.


I mined in your mines and I gathered in your corn
I worked in your mines and cultivated your crops, making others rich while I remained poor.


I been working, mister, since the day I was born
I have been working hard my entire life just to survive.


Now I worry all the time like I never did before
My current situation has left me anxious and fearful about what the future holds.


'Cause I ain't got no home in this world anymore
My loss of home and community has left me feeling lost and adrift in this world.


Now as I look around, it's mighty plain to see
When I observe my surroundings, it becomes clear to me.


This world is such a great and a funny place to be
The world is full of contradictions and surprises.


Oh, the gamblin' man is rich an' the workin' man is poor
People who take risks (like gambling) often end up wealthy, while working people like me struggle to make ends meet.


And I ain't got no home in this world anymore
I have no place in this world to call my own, despite my years of hard work and dedication.




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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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