The verses I have are attributed to 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' . . .
The peach trees they are loaded, the limbs are bending down. I pick 'em all day for a dollar, boys
Sometimes the fruit gets rotten, falls down on the ground. There's a hungry mouth for every peach
I wish that I could marry; I wish I could settle down. But I can't save a penny, boys
My mother prayed that I would be a man of some renown; But I am just a refuge