Woody Guthrie — I Aint Got No Home — Old Man Trump

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Woody Guthrie reworked his famous song "I Ain't Got No Home" to a protest song against his landlord at the
time, Fred Trump, the father of Donald Trum. Sadly he never recorded this version. (More on this here:
http://www.npr.org/2016/01/22/464013683/aint-got-no-home-why-woody-guthrie-despised-donald-trumps-father )
The song was recorded by "The Missin' Cousins":
https://themissincousins.bandcamp.com/album/woody-guthrie-speaks-from-beyond-the-grave
[They play it with capo IV]




 I Ain't Got No Home/Old Man Trump


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[Verse 1]
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I ain't got no home, I'm just a-roamin' 'round,
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Just a wandrin' worker, I go from town to town.
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And the police make it hard wherever I may go
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And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.


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[Verse 2]
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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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[Verse 3]
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Was a-farmin' on the shares, and always I was poor;
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My crops I lay into the banker's store.
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My wife took down and died upon the cabin floor,
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And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.


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[Verse 4]
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Beach Haven ain't my home. I just can't pay this rent.
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My money is down the drain, and my soul is badly bent.
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Beach Haven is like heaven where no black ones come to roam.
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No, no, no, old man Trump, Beach Haven ain't my home.


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[Verse 5]
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Now as I look around, it's mighty plain to see
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This world is such a great and a funny place to be;
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Oh, the gamblin' man is rich an' the workin' man is poor,
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And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.


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