Ramblin' Waltz
from: Future Fossils
Alone on the stage you're a cowboy in lights,
Charming the audience night after night
They clap their hands for you
They all wish you well
They go home to families
You go home to hotels
Well, there's cranky bartenders and
Old chambermaids
Young waitresses who might like to get laid
Some treat you with contempt
Some with respect
Their faces stay with you
Their names you forget
You're a rambler, a singer of songs
Women don't understand,
And don't wait for you long
Now you gotta keep movin, travelin' on
The roads calling you and you wish you were gone
Some call you a Rambler, some call you a rogue
Some think you're a gambler, some think you're a joke
If I knew you better I might not agree,
But all I know of you is what I can see
With guitar in your hand and the light in your eyes
You come on so strong you appear to be wise
But when its all over you've nothing to do,
But sit in some barroom and down quite a few
You're a Rambler, a singer of songs
Women don't understand,
And don't stay with you for very long
Now you gotta keep movin, travelin' on
The roads calling you and you wish you were gone
Oh you're tired of the East coast
You long for the West
Where the sun always shines
And the beer tastes the best
But you need what you're getting up there on the stage
You like making more than a journeyman's wage
So you're trapped in the music that you do so well,
You're trapped in the comforts of fancy hotels
It's nothing you've said, I just think I can tell
If you had your way you'd be gone.
You're a rambler, a singer of songs
Women don't understand,
And don't love you for very long
Now you gotta keep movin, travelin' on
the road's calling you and you wish you were gone
Now you gotta keep movin, travelin' on
The road's calling you, now you're gone
Charming the audience night after night
They clap their hands for you
They all wish you well
They go home to families
You go home to hotels
Well, there's cranky bartenders and
Old chambermaids
Young waitresses who might like to get laid
Some treat you with contempt
Some with respect
Their faces stay with you
Their names you forget
You're a rambler, a singer of songs
Women don't understand,
And don't wait for you long
Now you gotta keep movin, travelin' on
The roads calling you and you wish you were gone
Some call you a Rambler, some call you a rogue
Some think you're a gambler, some think you're a joke
If I knew you better I might not agree,
But all I know of you is what I can see
With guitar in your hand and the light in your eyes
You come on so strong you appear to be wise
But when its all over you've nothing to do,
But sit in some barroom and down quite a few
You're a Rambler, a singer of songs
Women don't understand,
And don't stay with you for very long
Now you gotta keep movin, travelin' on
The roads calling you and you wish you were gone
Oh you're tired of the East coast
You long for the West
Where the sun always shines
And the beer tastes the best
But you need what you're getting up there on the stage
You like making more than a journeyman's wage
So you're trapped in the music that you do so well,
You're trapped in the comforts of fancy hotels
It's nothing you've said, I just think I can tell
If you had your way you'd be gone.
You're a rambler, a singer of songs
Women don't understand,
And don't love you for very long
Now you gotta keep movin, travelin' on
the road's calling you and you wish you were gone
Now you gotta keep movin, travelin' on
The road's calling you, now you're gone
© Words and Music by Christine Lavin/Flip-A-Jig
Music ASCAP & Happy Valley Music BMI
Palindrome Records, Philo
Music ASCAP & Happy Valley Music BMI
Palindrome Records, Philo