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, I lead an old dan. I'm goin' to Montana to throw the hooligan. They feed in the coulees, they water in the draw. Their tails are all matted, their backs are all raw.