Ramblin' round your citynRamblin' round your townnBut I never see a friend I knownas I go ramblin' round boysnAs I go ramblin' roundnnThe peach trees they are loadednThe branches are bending downnWell I pick 'em all day for a dollar, LordnAs I go ramblin' round boysnAs I go ramblin' roundnnSometimes the fruit gets rottennFalls down on the groundnWell there's a hungry mouth for every peachnAs I go ramblin' round boysnAs I go ramblin' roundnnMy father hoped that I would benSomeone of high renownnBut I am just a refugeenAs I go ramblin' round boysnAs I go ramblin' roundnnRamblin' round your citynRamblin' round your townnWell I never see a friend I knownAs I go ramblin' round boysnAs I go ramblin' round