Ramblin' Round Your City Songtext
von Woody Guthrie

Ramblin′ around your city,
Ramblin' around 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 in my old hometown
I′m out to do the best I can
As I go ramblin' round
The peach trees they are loaded,
The limbs are bending down,
I pick ′em all day for a dollar,
As I go a ramblin' ′round boys,
As I go a ramblin' ′round.
Sometimes the fruit gets rotten And falls upon the ground,
There's a hungry mouth for every peach
As I go a ramblin' ′round boys,
As I go a ramblin′ 'round.
I wish that I could marry,
So I could settle down,
But I caint save a penny
As I go a ramblin′ 'round boys,
As I go a ramblin′ 'round.
My mother prayed that I would be
A man of some renown,
But I′m just a railroad bum
As I go a ramblin' 'round boys,
As I go a ramblin′ ′round.