Written by Merle Haggard
D G My hat don't hang on the same nail too long D A My ears can't stand to hear the same old song D G And I don't leave the highway long enough D To bog down in the mud D A D 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 They damn sure told you wrong I've had ramblin' fever all alongD G There's times I'd like to bed down on a sofa D A And let some pretty lady rub my back D G And spend the early morning drinking coffee D A D And talking about when I'll be coming back D G Cause I don't let know no woman tie me down D A And I'll never get too old to get around D G I'm gonna die along the highway and rot away D Like some old high-line pole, A D Rest this ramblin' fever in my soul CHORUSD G D A Ramblin' fever, the kind that can't be measured by degrees D G D A D Ramblin' fever, there ain't no kind of cure for my disease
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