Ramblin Fever

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My hat don't hang on the same nail 
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too long
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My ears can't stand to hear the 
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same old song
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And I don't leave the highway long
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 enough
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To bog down in the mud
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Cause I've got ramblin' fever in 
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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


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CHORUS:
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Ramblin' fever, the kind that 
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can't be measured by degrees
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Ramblin' fever, there ain't no 
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kind of cure for my disease


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There's times I'd like to bed 
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down on a sofa
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And let some pretty lady rub my back
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And spend the early morning 
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drinking coffee
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And talking about when I'll be 
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coming back

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Cause I don't let know no woman 
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tie me down
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And I'll never get too old to get 
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around
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I'm gonna die along the highway and
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 rot away
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Like some old high-line pole,
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Rest this ramblin' fever in my soul


CHORUS:
G        C              G       
Ramblin' fever, the kind that 
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can't be measured by degrees
G        C                 G    
Ramblin' fever, there ain't no 
          D           G
kind of cure for my disease