Bob Dylan - As i go ramblin round

^GRamblin' around your ^D7city ^D7Ramblin' around your t^Gown ^GI never see a fr^Ciend I know As ^D7I go ramblin' 'r^Gound boys As ^CI go ^D7ramblin' 'r^Gound

^GMy Sweetheart and my ^D7family ^D7I left at my old hom^Getown ^GI'm out to do the ^Cbest I can As ^D7I go ramblin' 'r^Gound boys As ^CI go ^D7ramblin' 'r^Gound

^GThe peach trees they are ^D7loaded ^D7The limbs are bendi^Gng down ^GI pick 'em all day for a ^Cdollar As ^D7I go a ramblin' 'r^Gound boys As ^CI go a ^D7ramblin' 'r^Gound.

^GSometimes the peaches gets r^D7otten ^D7And the fruit falls on the grou^Gnd ^GThere's a hungry mouth for ^Cevery peach Tha^D7t falls down on the gro^Gund boys That f^Calls down ^D7on the gro^Gund

^GSometimes I wish I could m^D7arry ^D7Marry and settle d^Gown ^GBut I cant save a p^Cenny As ^D7I go a ramblin' 'r^Gound boys As ^CI go a ^D7ramblin' 'r^Gound

^GMy mother prayed that I migh^D7t be ^D7A man of some re^Gnown ^GBut I'm just a ^Crefugee As ^D7I go a ramblin' 'r^Gound boys As ^CI go a ^D7ramblin' 'r^Gound