Il testo della 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.

I make the fruit and harvest
And follow them up and down,
But i caint save a nickel,
As i go 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 the 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 railroad bum
As i go a ramblin' 'round boys,
As i go a ramblin' 'round.

My sister and my brother
Would both be mighty proud
If i could get a job of work
And quit this ramblin' 'round boys,
And quit this ramblin' 'round.