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.
An I don t leave the highway long enough,
To bog down in the mud.
Cos I ve got ramblin fever in my blood.

Caught this ramblin fever long ago,
When I first heard a lonesome whistle blow.
If someone said I ever gave a damn,
Man, they 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 kind of cure for my disease.

There s times I d like to bed down on a sofa,
And let some pretty lady rub my back.
And spend the early morning drinking coffee,
Talkin about when I ll be coming back.

But I don t let no no woman tie me down,
And I never get too old to get around.
I wanna die along the highway and rot away,
Like some old high-line pole,
Rest this ramblin fever in the soul.

Ramblin fever,
The kind that can t be measured by degrees.
Ramblin fever,
There ain t no kind of cure for my disease.

Ramblin fever.

Ramblin fever.

Ramblin fever.