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Ramblin' around your city, |
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Ramblin' around your town, |
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I never see a friend |
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I knowAs 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 |
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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 |
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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. |
