Ramblin' 'Round - Linda Ronstadt

Ramblin' round your city

Ramblin' round your town

But I never see a friend I know

As I go ramblin' round boys

As I go ramblin' round

The peach trees they are loaded

The branches are bending down

Well I pick 'em all day for a dollar, Lord

As I go ramblin' round boys

As I go ramblin' round

Sometimes the fruit gets rotten

Falls down on the ground

Well there’s a hungry mouth for every peach

As I go ramblin' round boys

As I go ramblin' round

My father hoped that I would be

Someone of high renown

But I am just a refugee

As I go ramblin' round boys

As I go ramblin' round

Ramblin' round your city

Ramblin' round your town

Well I never see a friend I know

As I go ramblin' round boys

As I go ramblin' round