Текст Woody Guthrie – Ramblin’ Round

Ramblin’ around your city
Ramblin’ around your town
I never see a friend I know
As I go ramblin’ around, boys

My sweetheart and my parents
I left in my old home town
I’m out to do the best I can
As I go ramblin’ around, boys
As I go ramblin’ around

The peach trees they are loaded
The limbs are bending down
I pick ’em all day for a dollar, boys
As I go ramblin’ around
As I go ramblin’ around

Sometimes the fruit gets rotten
Falls down on the ground
There’s a hungry mouth for every peach
As I go ramblin’ around, boys
As I go ramblin’ around

I wish that I could marry
I wished I could settle down
But I cain’t save a penny, boys
As I go ramblin’ around
As I go ramblin’ around

My mother prayed that I would be
A man of some renown
But I am just a refugee
As I go ramblin’ around, boys
As I go ramblin’ around