Ramblers Ghost - Mischief Brew

She’s off to anywhere

Every town grows stale soon enough

So it’s fields to east and the hills to the west

Under crescent moons

And grassy bends

She lays her head to rest

She’s been in a hundred movies

And in six billion dreams

Taking out wood and wide

Singing romance round the fire

Giving tastes of truth to those of us employed as liars

And we sing ain’t that the life

She’s got it made

Her head in the sand her guitar in the shade

Rambling beauty she sang to me

Was she in my mind

Or on the tv

Yes she’s on my mind

Come from the tv

Noble hobo corporate cutthroat got the wisdom of the tramp

Brother can’t spare no crumbs

Don’t you trip over the bums

As you step out of a cab

On the way to see a gypsy band

Railroad boxcar blasts and burns on down the line

And her feet are a swingin'

And the song she’s a singin'

Tell of greener fields and freer times

Rambling beauty

Let me be your mate for awhile

Be a shoulder for your head

Carry a bag and roll-up bed

Another day in this place

And I swear I’ll end up dead

And how I’m sorry

That my ancestors threw you in jail

But now I can see your ramblings were poetry

Will you sell me the rights if I put up the bail?

And we’ll sing ain’t that the life

We’ve got it made

Our heads in the sand our guitars in the shade

Rambling beauty sing sweet to me

Yeah you’re on my mind

Just like on tv

Yeah you’re on my mind

Come from the tv