Cat. #0683 (MFH #550) - As sung by Tom Aley, Ozark, Missouri on February 8, 1969
VERSE 1
Ramblin' thru your city
Ramblin' thru your town
Never see a friend I know
As I go, ramblin' round
VERSE 2
My, Mother prayed that I would be
A man of some renoun
But I am just a refugee
As I go ramblin' 'round, boys
As I go ramblin' 'round
VERSE 3
The peach trees they are loaded
Th limbs are bendin' down
We pick 'em all day for a dollar, boys
As we go a ramblin' 'round
I'd go ramblin' 'round
VERSE 4
Sometimes th fruit gets rotten
It falls down on th ground
There's a hungry mouth for every peach
As I go ramblin' 'round, boys
As I go ramblin' 'round
VERSE 5
I wish that I could marry
I wish I could settle down
But I cain't save a penny, boys
As I go ramblin' 'round
As I go ramblin' 'round
VERSE 6
Ramblin' thru your city
Ramblin' thru your town
Never see a friend I know
As I go a ramblin' round
As I go ramblin' 'round