Sittin? alone in the dark

Wastin? my time in a park

?Cause I?ve got nowhere to go

Had me a job 'til the market fell out

Tried hard to borrow

But there was no help

Now, I?ve got nowhere to go

I need a job

For these two hands

I?m a workin? man

With nowhere to go

One last look at my land

Auctioneer with his gavel in hand

And he says, it?s got to go

Worked this piece all my life

It broke my heart

And it took my wife

Now, I?ve got nothing to show

I need a job

For these two hands

I?m a workin? man

With nowhere to go

Wandered aimless in the city

With my dirt workin? boots

And my old straw hat in hand

Singing a song by Woody Guthrie

This land is your land, it ain?t my land

I?m a workin? man

With nowhere to go

I was born to the sunrise

Breaking back all day

Now, I?ve got something to say

I am broke but not broken

And I am not alone

'Cause there?s a lot of folks

With nowhere to go

Are they ever gonna understand?

You can?t leave a workin? man

With nowhere to go

Are they ever gonna understand?

You can?t leave a workin? man

Nowhere to go

Nowhere to go

Nowhere to go

Nowhere to go

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Writer(s): Jimmie Fadden