Mischief Brew - Rambler's Ghost

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?