Bob Dylan - I aint got no home

^CI ain't got no home, I'^Fm just a-ramblin' 'r^Cound ^CJust a ramblin worker, I g^Do from town to to^Gwn. ^CThe police make it h^Fard wherever I may g^Co I^C ain't got no home in t^Ghis world anymor^Ce.

^CMy brothers and my sisters are str^Fanded on this ro^Cad ^CA hot and dusty road that a mil^Dlion feet have t^Grod ^CRich man took my home and dr^Fove me from my d^Coor A^Cnd I ain't got no home in th^Gis world anym^Core.

^CWell, as I look around, it's fun^Fny plain to s^Cee ^CThis wicked cruel world, is a fu^Dnny old place to^G be ^CThe gamblin' man is rich, the wor^Fkin' man is po^Cor I^C cant feel at home in th^Gis world anymo^Cre