Ramblin' - Barbara Dane, Original Mix

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