Ain't Got No Sense

I ain’t got no home, I’m just a ramblin’around
A hard working ramblin’man, I go from town to town
The police make it hard wherever I may go And I ain’t got no home in this world anymore
I was farmin’on the shares and always I was poor
My crops I laid into the banker’s door
And my wife took down and died upon the cabin floor
And I ain’t got no home in this world anymore
I ain’t got no home, I’m just a ramblin’around
A hard working ramblin’man, I go from town to town
The police make it hard wherever I may go And I Ain’t Got No Home in this world anymore
Now as I look around it’s mighty plain to see
This wide wicked world is a funny place to be The gamblin’man is rich and the workin’man is poor
And I ain’t got no home in this world anymore