Ramblin' 'Round — Linda Ronstadt

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 boys 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