Sittin alone in the dark Wastin my time in a park Cause Ive got nowhere to go Had me a job 'til the market fell out Tried hard to borrow But there was no help Now, Ive got nowhere to go I need a job For these two hands Im a workin man With nowhere to go One last look at my land Auctioneer with his gavel in hand And he says, its got to go Worked this piece all my life It broke my heart And it took my wife Now, Ive got nothing to show I need a job For these two hands Im 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 aint my land Im a workin man With nowhere to go I was born to the sunrise Breaking back all day Now, Ive got something to say I am broke but not broken And I am not alone 'Cause theres a lot of folks With nowhere to go Are they ever gonna understand? You cant leave a workin man With nowhere to go Are they ever gonna understand? You cant leave a workin man Nowhere to go Nowhere to go Nowhere to go Nowhere to go ...