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
But I've got ramblin' fever in my blood

I caught this ramblin′ fever long ago
When I first heard a lonesome whistle blow
And if anyone said I ever gave a damn
They damn sure told you wrong
I′ve had this 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 are times I′d like to bed down on a sofa
And let some pretty lady rub my back
Spend the early mornin' drinkin' coffee
And talkin′ about when I′ll be comin' back

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 highline pole
And rest this ramblin′ fever in my soul

Ramblin' fever
The kind that can′t be measured by degrees
Ramblin' fever
There ain't no kind of cure for my disease, little sister, play it

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