Ramblin' Fever - Hag
Written by：Merle Haggard
My hat don't hang on the same nail too long
My ears can't stand to hear the same old song
I don't leave the highway long enough to bog down in the mud
Cos I've got rambling fever in my blood
I caught this rambling fever long ago
When I first heard a lonesome whistle blow
If someone said I ever gave a damn the damn sure told you wrong
I've had rambling fever all along
Rambling fever
The kind that can't be measured by degrees
Rambling fever
Ain't no kind of cure for my disease
There's times I'd like to bed down on a sofa
Let some pretty lady rub my back
And spend the early morning drinking coffee
Talking about when I'll be coming back
Cos I don't let no woman tie me down
And I'll never get too old to get around
I want to die along the highway and rot away
Like some old high line pole
Rest this rambling fever in my soul
Rambling fever
The kind that can't be measured by degrees
Rambling fever
Ain't no kind of cure for my disease
