Ramblin' Round (Live) - Bob Dylan
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 sweetheart and my parents
I left in my hometown
I'm out to do the best I can
As I go ramblin' round boys
As I go ramblin' round
My mother prayed that I would be
A man of some renown
But I'm just a refugee
As I go a ramblin' 'round boys
As I go a ramblin' 'round
The peach trees they are loaded
The limbs are bending down
I pick 'em all day for a dollar boys
As I go a ramblin' 'round
As I go a ramblin' 'round
Sometimes the pritches gets rotten
And fruit falls on the ground
There's a hungry mouth for every peach
At falls van on the 'round boys
At falls van on the 'round
Sometimes I wish that I could marry
Marry ans settle down
But I cant' save a penny
As I go a ramblin' 'round boys
As I go a ramblin' 'round
