Ramblin' 'Round

(álbum: Linda Ronstadt - 1971)

Rambling round your city
Rambling round your town
But I never see a friend I know
as I go rambling round boys
As I go rambling round

The peach trees they are loaded
The branches are bending down
Well I pick 'em all day for a dollar, Lord
As I go rambling round boys
As I go rambling round

Sometimes the fruit gets rotten
Falls down on the ground
Well there's a hungry mouth for every peach
As I go rambling round boys
As I go rambling round

My father hoped that I would be
Someone of high renown
But I am just a refugee
As I go rambling round boys
As I go rambling round

Rambling round your city
Rambling round your town
Well I never see a friend I know
As I go rambling round boys
As I go rambling round