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As I Go Rambling Round

As I Go 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' . . .

The peach trees they are loaded,
the limbs are bending down.
I pick 'em all day for a dollar, boys
     as I..

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 refugee

Copyright Woody Guthrie

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