Bus Ticket Stub

[Intro: Heavy surface crackle, a sharp rhythmic "box-thump", the high-pitched frantic tremolo of a mandolin begins] [Verse 1: High-pitched urgent vocals, breathless and staccato] Feet been itching since the sun went down Pockets full of nothing but an old bus ticket stub Wind cutting sharp through this worn-out town Something in me burning, can’t keep my head down (Hah!) [Chorus: Frantic mandolin tremolo, fast nervous rhythm] Rambling, Lord, rambling, can’t sit still no more Rambling, Lord, rambling, kicking down that door Faster than the trouble chasing at my heels Gotta keep on moving till the devil quits the deal [Verse 2: Mandolin intensity increases, high-pitched stinging notes] Train whistle screaming like it knows my name Crossroads glowing red in the pouring rain Every step I take leaves the past behind But the fever in my blood won’t let me change my mind [Bridge: Urgent, half-spoken over rapid mandolin picking] One more mile… one more lie… one more night on the run Ain’t nobody catching me till this fever’s done! (Go!) [Final Chorus: Maximum speed, breathless shouting] Rambling, Lord, rambling, till my legs give out Rambling, Lord, rambling, hear me shout Faster, harder, wilder than the wind This rambling fever’s got me again! [Outro: A final sharp mandolin trill, two quick box-thumps, fading into heavy shellac surface noise]