Ramblin´ Round Your City - 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.

I make the fruit and harvest

And follow them up and down,

But I caint save a nickel,

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,

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.

My sister and my brother

Would both be mighty proud

If I could get a job of work

And quit this ramblin' 'round boys,

And quit this ramblin' 'round.