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RAMBLING ROUND (Woody Guthrie) My sweetheart and my parents I left in my old home town. I'm out to do the best I can As I go 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 ramblin' 'round. Sometimes the fruit gets rotten, Falls down on the ground. There's a hungry mouth for every peach As I go ramblin' 'round. I wish that I could marry; I wish I could settle down. But I can't save a penny, boys As I go ramblin' 'round. My mother prayed that I would be A man of some renown; But I am just a refugee As I go ramblin' 'round. Copyright Woody Guthrie @migrant @work @rambling @poverty filename[ RAMBRNDX RG OCT98 Popup Midi Player 
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