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 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