Nhạc sĩ: Woody Guthrie | Lời: Woody Guthrie
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Ramblin' around your cities,
Ramblin' around your towns,
I never see a friend I know
As I go ramblin' around, boys,
As I go ramblin' around,
My mother prayed that I might be a man of some renown,
But I am just a refugee as I go ramblin' around,
Boys, as I go ramblin' around.
My sweetheart and my family I left in my hometown,
I'm out to do the best I can As I go ramblin' around,
Boys, as I go ramblin' around.
The fruit trees, they are loaded,
The limbs are bending down,
I picked them all day for a dollar, boys,
As I go ramblin' around,
As I go ramblin' around.
Sometimes the fruit gets rotten,
And it falls down on the ground,
There's a hungry mouth for every peach That falls down on the ground,
boys,
That
falls down on the ground,
Sometimes I wish I could marry,
Marry and settle down,
But I can't save a penny As I go ramblin' around,
Boys,
as I go ramblin' around.
Ramblin' around your cities,
Ramblin' around your towns,
I never see a friend I know As I go ramblin' around,
Boys,
as I go ramblin' around.