My hat G don't hang on the same nail too C long
My G ears can't stand to hear the same old D song
And I G don't leave the hig G7 hway long en C ough
To bog down in the G mud
G Cause I've got ramblin' D fever in my bloo G d
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
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G Ramblin' C fever, the kind G that can't be measured by de D grees
G Ramblin' C fever, there ain't G no kind of cur D e for my dis G ease
D7 There's G times I'd like to bed down on a C sofa
And G let some pretty lady rub my C back
C And spend the early mor Am ning C drinking G coffee
And talking about when I'l D l be coming G back
G Cause I don't let know no woman tie me C down
And I'll G never get too old to get a D round
I'm gonna G die along the highway and rot a C way
C Like some old high-line G pole,
Rest this ramblin' D fever in my soul
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Tom Lindsey, TPLBA@aol.com
Merle Haggard
