The Rambling Silver Rose
            Copyright 1992 Stephen Savitzky. CC by-nc-sa/4.0.

  C                     Csus2                   F            C
``She's just a piece of space-junk,'' they told Rosie at the yard;
                            Csus2            F                    G
``Her ports are etched, her linings cracked--she wouldn't get you far.
C^*            F
Unlucky, and a killer, too--the life support's been holed;
      C                  Csus2   C             F       G            C
She's not worth half her mass in scrap.''  She quickly told them, ``Sold!''

    Refrain(inst.)
        C                 Csus2            F              C
She was just an old tramp freighter on the belt-to-Saturn run,
                     Csus2            F                  G6
Hauling heavy metals outward, ice and methane toward the Sun,
         C^*           F
But with cargo tankage empty she pulls 2.7 g--
      C              Csus2           F        G         C
Rosie fitted her for charter, to run fast and fleet and free.


            F(D\up3)         C               F
    And she always knew that she was born to follow a wandering star;
          C                             F            G
    She's had a love in every port, a drink in every bar,
            C^*                             F         C       F
    But the lady's well contented with the wandering life she chose;
           C                                             F        G      C
    She'll go where her wild heart takes her in the {\it Rambling Silver Rose}.

       C              Csus2           F                  C
Now if Rosie walked into the room you might not look her way,
                      Csus2               F              G6
But if she caught you with her eye, you'd beg for her to stay;
   C^*               F
By morning you might sell your soul to keep her past the dawn,
        C                 Csus2            F        G       C
But the wandering star is calling, and the Rambling Rose is gone.


            F(D\up3)         C               F
    And she always knew that she was born to follow a wandering star;
          C                             F            G
    She's had a love in every port, a drink in every bar,
            C^*                             F         C       F
    But the lady's well contented with the wandering life she chose;
           C                                             F        G      C
    She'll go where her wild heart takes her in the {\it Rambling Silver Rose}.


        C                     Csus2        F                 C
They'll drink her health this evening in a hundred spaceport bars
                         Csus2              F                  G6
As she drifts out in the darkness, sleeping wrapped in shining stars,
    C^*              F
But freedom is worth more to her than either love or life;
        C              Csus2              F     G    C
She may take a hundred lovers, but she'll never be a wife.


            F(D\up3)         C               F
    And she always knew that she was born to follow a wandering star;
          C                             F            G
    She's had a love in every port, a drink in every bar,
            C^*                             F         C       F
    But the lady's well contented with the wandering life she chose;
           C                                             F        G      C
    She'll go where her wild heart takes her in the {\it Rambling Silver Rose}.
           C                                            F        G      C
    She'll go where her wild heart takes her; she's the Rambling Silver Rose.


I like to think that this was largely inspired by the strong, independent
women in Cindy McQuillin's songs, but the horrible truth is that the original
``Rambling Silver Rose'' was Colleen's silver minivan.  Now you know.


Online:
    http://Steve.Savitzky.net/Songs/rosie/lyrics.chords.txt

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