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..
I ride an old paint, lead an old dam,. Goin' to Montana to throw the houlihan. Feed 'em in the coulees, and water in the draw,. Tails are all matted and their backs are all raw.