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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