written by Woodie Guthrie, Huddie Ledbetter & Alan Lomax 



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