The version I have (sheet music) goes like this

I've been wandrin, early and late
New York City to the Golden Gate
And it looks like
I aint never gonna cease my wanderin

Wandrin, wandrin
All alone

My father was an engineer
My brother drives a hack
My sister takes in washin
and the baby balls the jack
And it looks like
I aint never gonna cease my wanderin

Wandrin, wandrin
All alone

Worked in the Army
Worked on the farm
and all I got to show
Is the muscle in my arm
And it looks like
I aint never gonna cease my wanderin

Wandrin, wandrin
All alone

Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Never been a woman
A poor boy could trust
And it looks like
I aint never gonna cease my wanderin

Wandrin, wandrin
All alone