| Song | Ramblin' 'Round |
| Artist | Linda Ronstadt |
| Album | Linda Ronstadt |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Written:Woodie Guthrie/Huddie Ledbetter/Alan Lomax | |
| 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 |
| Written: Woodie Guthrie Huddie Ledbetter Alan Lomax | |
| 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 |
| Written: Woodie Guthrie Huddie Ledbetter Alan Lomax | |
| 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 |