Testo di Ramblin' Round

by Woody Guthrie 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