Ramblin' Round (Live) - Bob Dylan

Ramblin' around your city

Ramblin' around your town

I never see a friend I know

As I go ramblin' 'round boys

As I go ramblin' 'round

My sweetheart and my parents

I left in my hometown

I'm out to do the best I can

As I go ramblin' round boys

As I go ramblin' round

My mother prayed that I would be

A man of some renown

But I'm just a refugee

As I go a ramblin' 'round boys

As I go a ramblin' 'round

The peach trees they are loaded

The limbs are bending down

I pick 'em all day for a dollar boys

As I go a ramblin' 'round

As I go a ramblin' 'round

Sometimes the pritches gets rotten

And fruit falls on the ground

There's a hungry mouth for every peach

At falls van on the 'round boys

At falls van on the 'round

Sometimes I wish that I could marry

Marry ans settle down

But I cant' save a penny

As I go a ramblin' 'round boys

As I go a ramblin' 'round