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 along
D 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
D 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
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