Ramblin’ Round (Woody Guthrie) 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′ve 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 am just a refugee
As I go a ramblin' ′round, boys
As I go a ramblin' 'round


The peach trees they are loaded
The limbs are bendin′ down
I′ll pick 'em all day for a dollar
As I go ramblin′ round
As I go ramblin' round

Sometimes the peaches gets rotten
For a fruit falls on the ground
There′s a hungry mouth for every peach
As it falls down on the ground, boys
As it 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′ round, boys
As I go a ramblin' 'round

I′ll hold a bottle in here
Okay
Wait, I got to fix this up for this one
Hey man, you got to see some pictures of me
I′m not kidding
Yeah, Widica, mm
I look like Marlon Brand', Jeans Dean or somebody


You ought to see me, and it′s new-
It's like two eyed and this blue turtleneck sweater on
You see it? (Mm) and I stare up like it′s all kind of pictures of me
Without a guitar, well, I see if you can just see a top right now
I gotta hand screw this
How can you take a picture of a guy making love to a heartbeat, only cruel
Yeah, don', yeah, yeah, I know what you mean