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.      I make the fruit and harvest   And follow them up and down,   But I caint save a nickel,   As I go ramblin' 'round boys,   As I go ramblin' 'round.      The peach trees they are loaded,   The limbs are bending down,   I pick 'em all day for a dollar,   As I go a ramblin' 'round boys,   As I go a ramblin' 'round.      Sometimes the fruit gets rotten   And falls upon the ground,   There's a hungry mouth for every peach   As I go a ramblin' 'round boys,   As I go a ramblin' 'round.      I wish that I could marry,   So I could settle down,   But I caint save a penny   As I go a ramblin' 'round boys,   As I go a ramblin' 'round.      My mother prayed that I would be   A man of some renown,   But I'm just a railroad bum   As I go a ramblin' 'round boys,   As I go a ramblin' 'round.      My sister and my brother   Would both be mighty proud   If I could get a job of work   And quit this ramblin' 'round boys,   And quit this ramblin' 'round.