| Ramblin' around your city
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| Ramblin' around your town
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| I never see a friend I know
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| As I go ramblin' 'round boys
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| As I go ramblin' 'round
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| My mother hoped that I might be
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| A man of some renown
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| But I am just a refugee
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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 branches bending down
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| I pick 'em all day for a dollar boys
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| As I go 'ramblin 'round
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| As I go 'ramblin' 'round
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| Sometimes the fruit gets rotten
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| And falls on to the ground
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| There’s a hungry mouth for every peach
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| As I go ramblin' 'round boys
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| As I go ramblin' 'round |