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
1 | City of New Orleans |
2 | Alice's Restaurant |
3 | Coming Into Los Angeles |
4 | Shenandoah |
5 | This Land Is Your Land |
6 | Amazing Grace |
7 | Garden Song |
8 | Massachusetts |
9 | I'm Going Home |
10 | Ring-Around-A-Rosy Rag |