| Ramblin' around your city,
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| Ramblin' around your town,
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| I never see a friend I know
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| As I go ramblin' 'round boys,
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| As I go ramblin' 'round.
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| I make the fruit and harvest
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| And follow them up and down,
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| But I caint save a nickel,
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| As I go ramblin' 'round boys,
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| As I go ramblin' 'round.
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| The peach trees they are loaded,
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| The limbs are bending down,
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| I pick 'em all day for a dollar,
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| As I go a ramblin' 'round boys,
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| As I go a ramblin' 'round.
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| Sometimes the fruit gets rotten
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| And falls upon the ground,
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| There’s a hungry mouth for every peach
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| As I go a ramblin' 'round boys,
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| As I go a ramblin' 'round.
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| I wish that I could marry,
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| So I could settle down,
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| But I caint save a penny
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| As I go a ramblin' 'round boys,
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| As I go a ramblin' 'round.
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| My mother prayed that I would be
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| A man of some renown,
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| But I’m just a railroad bum
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| As I go a ramblin' 'round boys,
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| As I go a ramblin' 'round.
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| My sister and my brother
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| Would both be mighty proud
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| If I could get a job of work
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| And quit this ramblin' 'round boys,
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| And quit this ramblin' 'round. |