Ramblin' Fever (Live at the Hilton Hotel, Las Vegas 1999)

Ramblin' Fever (Live Remastered) - Merle Haggard

Written by：M. Haggard

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

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

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

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

Ramblin' fever the kind that can't be measured by degrees

Ramblin' fever there ain't no kind of cure for my disease