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
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
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