Ramblin' Round Songtext
von Linda Ronstadt

Ramblin′ 'round your city
Ramblin′ 'round your town
But I never see a friend I know

As I go ramblin' ′round, boys
As I go ramblin′ 'round

The peach trees they are loaded
The branches are bending down
Well, I pick ′em all day for a dollar, Lord

As I go ramblin' ′round, boys
As I go ramblin' ′round


Sometimes the fruit gets rotten
Falls down on the ground
Well, there's a hungry mouth for every peach

As I go ramblin' ′round, boys
As I go ramblin′ 'round

My father hoped that I would be
Someone of high renown
But I am just a refugee

As I go ramblin′ 'round, boys
As I go ramblin′ 'round

Ramblin′ 'round your city
Ramblin' ′round your town
Well, I never see a friend I know

As I go ramblin′ 'round, boys
As I go ramblin′ 'round