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 peice 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
with nowhere to go