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



My mother hoped that I might be

A man of some renown

But I am just a refugee

As I go ramblin' 'round boys

As I go ramblin' 'round



The peach trees they are loaded

The branches bending down

I pick 'em all day for a dollar boys

As I go 'ramblin 'round

As I go 'ramblin' 'round



Sometimes the fruit gets rotten

And falls on to the ground

There's a hungry mouth for every peach

As I go ramblin' 'round boys

As I go ramblin' 'round