RAMBLIN' ROUND (Testo di Woody Guthrie - musica di Leadbelly) Ramblin’ around your city, Ramblin’ around your town. I never see a friend I know As I go ramblin’ around, boys, As I go ramblin’ around. 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’ around, boys, As I go ramblin’ around. The peach trees they are loaded The limbs are bending down, I pick ‘em all day for a dollar, boys As I go ramblin’ around, As I go ramblin’ around. Sometimes the fruit gets rotten, Falls down on the ground. There’s a hungry mouth for every peach As I go ramblin’ around, boys, As I go ramblin’ around. I wish that I could marry; I wish I could settle down; But I can’t save a penny, boys, As I go ramblin’ around, As I go ramblin’ around. My mother prayed that I would be A man of some renown; But I am just a refugee, As I go ramblin’ around, boys, As I go ramblin’ around. Woody Guthrie > canzoni > This Land Is Your Land - The Asch Recordings Vol 1