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Ain’t Got No Home
Words and Music by Rick Hart, with verses by Woody Guthrie
Two billionaires were drinkin', didn’t pay me no mind,
singin, “This land is your land, this land is m i n e.”
When I got home, well, the banker’s at my door, singin',
“You ain’t got no home in this land anymore.”
You know, my job was in the factory but they moved it overseas
so they could move more profit by not paying you and me.
Then I worked in an office, but it moved to Bangalore.
Now I ain’t got no job in this land anymore.
Then I heard the Army takes U.S. refugees.
So now I serve my country and have place to live for free.
Out there killin' in this trillion dollar endless war
til I ain’t got no legs on this land anymore.
So I went down to Congress to see what millionaires could do,
But they wouldn’t let me in ‘cause I didn’t have no shoes.
They said to make things right, I’d have to pay them more.
Guess I ain’t got no say in this land anymore.
When I turned on the TV it was crazy like a fox.
Putting you and me against each other while the rich pick the locks.
Watching smoke and mirrors while they slip out the back door.
Now I can’t see a thing in this land anymore.
On election day I tried to choose one who ain’t no goat.
Ballot boxes stuffed with money. There ain’t no room for my vote.
They stole Lady Liberty then sold her like a whore.
Ain’t there no democracy in this land anymore?
Gonna put my money in local credit unions, out of big bank hands.
And I’ll buy my food from family farmers grown with honest hands.
And I’ll buy my stuff from local family business, no big store.
‘Cause I ain’t givin’ up on this land anymore.
In the square of the city, in the shadow of a steeple,
By the welfare office I seen my people;
They stood there hungry, I stood there asking
Is this land made for you and me?
As I was walking that ribbon of highway,
I saw above me that endless skyway
I saw below me that golden valley
This land was made for you and me.
Nobody living can ever stop me,
As I go walking my freedom highway,
Nobody living can make me turn back,
This land was made for you and me.
This land is your land This land is my land
From California to the New York island;
From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me.
This land is your land This land is my land
From California to the New York island;
From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me.
© (p) 2010, 2012 Rick Hart
Last 5 verses © 1956 (renewed), 1958 (renewed),
1970 and 1972 by Woody Guthrie Publications, Inc. &
TRO-Ludlow Music, Inc. (BMI)
