ramblin' 'round

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

my mother hoped that i might be

a man of some renown

but i am just a refugee

as i go ramblin' 'round boys

as i go ramblin' 'round

the peach trees they are loaded

the branches bending down

i pick 'em all day for a dollar boys

as i go 'ramblin 'round

as i go 'ramblin' 'round

sometimes the fruit gets rotten

and falls on to the ground

there's a hungry mouth for every peach

as i go ramblin' 'round boys

as i go ramblin' 'round