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Rambling Round - Woody Guthrie
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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 sweetheart and my parents
I left in my old hometown
I'm out to do the best I can
As I go a 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 a 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 refugee
As I go a ramblin' round boys,
As I go a ramblin' round.
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