Ramblin’ Fever

Posted on August 26, 2009

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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

Well, I caught this ramblin’ fever long ago

When I first heard a lonesome whistle blow

If someone said I ever gave a damn, well they damn sure told you wrong

‘Cause 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

Let some good looking man rub my back

Spend the early morning drinking coffee

Talkin’ about when I’ll be coming back

‘Cause I don’t let no man tie me down

And I’ll never get too old to get around

I’m gonna die along the highway and rot away like some old high line pole

Finally rest this ramblin’ fever in my soul

Ramblin’ fever

The kind that can’t be measured by degrees

Oh, ramblin’ fever

There ain’t no kind of cure for my disease

Ramblin’ fever

The kind that can’t be measured by degrees

Ramblin’ fever

Well, there ain’t no kind of cure for my disease