As I Go Ramblin' Round Songtext
von Bob Dylan

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 sweetheart and my family
I left in my old hometown
I′m out to do the best I can
As I go ramblin' round, boys
As I go ramblin′ round


My mother hoped I'm out to be
A man of some renown
But I′m just a refugee
As I go a ramblin' ′round, boys
As I go a ramblin' 'round

The peach trees they are loaded
To fall down to the ground
I′ll pick ′em all day for a dollar
As I go ramblin' round
As I go ramblin′ round

Sometimes the fruit gets rotten
And falls upon the ground
There's a hungry mouth for every peach
As I go a ramblin′ 'round, boys
As I go a ramblin′ 'round


Sometimes I wish I could marry
Marry and settle down
But I can't save a penny
As I go ramblin′ round boys
As I go a ramblin′ 'round