Ramblin’ Round
Writen by: Woody Guthrie
Well let´s see what I´m gonna do
Ramb.. I´ll start out with this
The song I´ll start out with...
Goes like this
I´ve rambled thru your cities
I´ve rambled thru your towns
I´ll never meet the friend I know
As I go ramblin´ round boys
As I go ramblin´ round
My sweetheart and my family
I left in my hometown
I´m out to do the best I can
As I go ramblin´ round boys
As I go ramblin´ round
My mother hoped I´m out to be
A man of some renown
But I´m just a refugee
As I go ramblin´ round boys
As I go ramblin´ round
The peach trees they are loaded
To fall down to the ground
I´ll pick ´em all day for a dollar
As I go ramblin´ round
As I go ramblin´ round
Sometimes peaches get rotten
They fall down to the ground
There´s a hungry mouth for еvery peach
That falls down to the ground boys
That falls down to thе ground
Sometimes I wish I could marry
Marry and settle down
But I can´t save a penny
As I go ramblin´ round boys
As I go ramblin´ round
