Ramblin' Round

Ramblin' Round - Woody Guthrie with his Guitar

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 boys

As I go ramblin' round

The peach trees they are loaded

The limbs are bending down

I pick 'em all day for a dollar boys

As I go a ramblin' 'round

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 boys

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'm just a railroad bum

As I go a ramblin' 'round boys

As I go a ramblin' 'round