Ramblin' Round (Live)

Ramblin' 'round your city
Ramblin' 'round your town
I never see a friend I know
As I go ramblin' 'round, boys
As I go ramblin' 'round

My sweetheart and my parents
I left my old hometown
And I'm out to do the best I can
As I go ramblin' 'round
As I go ramblin' 'round

The peaches they are loaded
The limbs are bending down
I pick 'em all day for a dollar, boys
I go a ramblin' 'round
As I go a ramblin' 'round

Sometimes the fruit gets rotten
It falls down on the ground
There's a hungry mouth for every peach
As I go a ramblin' 'round
As I go a ramblin' 'round

I wish that I could marry
I wish I could settle down
Aw, but I can't save a penny, girls
As I go a ramblin' 'round
As I go a ramblin' 'round

My mother prayed that I would be
A man of some renown
But I am just a refugee
As I go ramblin' 'round, boys
As I go ramblin' 'round



Credits
Writer(s): Woody Guthrie, Alan Lomax, Huddie Ledbetter, John Sr. Lomax
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