She’s off to anywhere Every town grows stale soon enough So it’s fields to the east and the hills to the west Under crescent moons, in grassy beds She lays her head to rest She’s been in a hundred movies and in six billion dreams Taking out her wood and wire, 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? Yeah she’s on my mind, come from the TV
Noble Hobo, corporate cut-throat got the wisdom of the tramp. Brother, can’t spare no crumbs Don’t you trip over the bums As you step out of the 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 songs she’s a’singin’ Tell of greener fields and freer times.
Rambling beauty, let me be your mate for a while Be a shoulder for your head, carry a bag and roll a 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?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
