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
They damn sure told you wrong
I've had ramblin' fever all along
CHORUS:
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
And talking about when I'll be coming back
Cause I don't let know no woman 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,
Rest this ramblin' fever in my soul
CHORUS
Tom Lindsey, TPLBA@aol.com
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
They damn sure told you wrong
I've had ramblin' fever all along
CHORUS:
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
And talking about when I'll be coming back
Cause I don't let know no woman 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,
Rest this ramblin' fever in my soul
CHORUS
Tom Lindsey, TPLBA@aol.com