| Ramblin' Fever |
| Merle Haggard |
| My hat don't hang on the same nail too long |
| My ears can't stand to hear the same old song |
| And I don't leave the highway long enough |
| To bog down in the mud |
| cause I've got ramblin' fever in my blood |
| I caught this ramblin' fever long ago |
| when I first heard a lonesome whistle blow |
| If someone said I ever gave a damn |
| the damn sure told you wrong |
| I've had ramblin' fever all along |
| Ramblin' fever |
| the kind that can't be measured by degrees |
| Ramblin' fever |
| there ain't no cure for my disease |
| There's times I could beddown on a sofa |
| and let some pretty lady rub my back |
| And spend the early morning drinking coffee |
| And talkin' about when I'll be coming back |
| Cause I don't let no woman tie me down |
| and I'll never get too old to get around |
| die along die along the highway and rot away |
| like some old highline pole |
| Rest this ramblin' fever in my soul |
| Ramblin' fever |
| the kind that can't be measured by degrees |
| Ramblin' fever |
| there ain't no cure for my disease |
| ending(Guitar & Sax) |
| Ramblin' fever |
| Ramblin' fever |
| Ramblin' fever |