Barbara Dane
Barbara Dane
Barbara Dane
Barbara Dane
Barbara Dane
Barbara Dane
Barbara Dane
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Barbara Dane
Barbara Dane
Barbara Dane
Barbara Dane
Barbara Dane
Barbara Dane
Barbara Dane
Ramblin round your city
Ramblin round your town
I never meet 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 around, boys
I go ramblin around
The peach trees they are loaded
The limbs are bending down
I pick em all day for a dollar, boy
As I go a ramblin around, boys
I go a ramblin around
Sometimes the fruit gets rotten
It falls down on the ground
There's a hungry mouth for every peach
As I go a ramblin around, boys
I go a ramblin around
Ramblin around your city
Ramblin around your town
I never meet a friend I know
As I go ramblin around, boys
I go ramblin around
My mother hoped that I would be
A girl of some renown
But I'm just a refugee
As I go a ramblin around, boys
I go a ramblin around
Ramblin’ was written by Woody Guthrie.