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 |