Lyrics:
the mud 'cause I've got ramblin' fever in my blood
Well, I caught this ramblin' fever long ago
When I first heard a lonesome whistle blow
If someone
the mud
I've got ramblin' fever in my blood
Caught this ramblin' fever long ago
When I first heard a lonesome whistle blow
If someone said, I ever
the mud
I've got ramblin' fever in my blood
Caught this ramblin' fever long ago
When I first heard a lonesome whistle blow
If someone said, I ever
the mud
'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
the mud
'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
the mud
I've got ramblin' fever in my blood
Well, I caught this ramblin' fever long ago
Hell, when I first heard a lonesome whistle blow
And, if anyone
the mud'Cause
I've got ramblin' fever in my bloodRamblin' feverA
kind that can't be measured by degreesRamblin' feverThere
ain't no kind of cure for my
en California
Ramblin' Fever, Swinging Doors
No te has ido Merlo Haggard
Tu presencia anda por ahí
En el cielo de los más nobres vaqueros
Todos cantan
soul
Better believe it wasn't rock and roll
Three chords The truth strum it slow
Mamma tried to raise em better
Ramblin fever he'll soon forget her
He
His songs live on
Ramblin' Fever and The Way I Am
Blue collar blues for the working man
We'll be singin' him back home from now on
And he won't ever
bottle made you sing that way
You spent most all your life with strangers
With a ramblin' fever in your veins
Hag, it must have been a real mean bottle
made you sing that way
You spent most all your life with strangers
With a ramblin' fever in your veins
Hag, it must have been a real mean bottle
That
I was born in Lousiana down on the ol' bouyo
Rasied on shrimps and catfish, mammy's good gumbo
I got the ramblin' fever, said goodbye to ma and pa
I was born in Lousiana down on the ol' bouyo
Rasied on shrimps and catfish, mammy's good gumbo
I got the ramblin' fever, said goodbye to ma and pa
honey suckle rose
Cuz she's as sweet as she can be
She keeps me coming back around, and around
Seems I'm always on the fly
When that ramblin' fever
I'm a good ole ramblin' boy
Now that's just what I am
This fair land that you call yours
I do not give a damn
I've got the ramblin' fever down in my
He's got a ramblin' fever, rollin' down the road
No time for bullshit, no time for gettin' old
30 tons of Kenworth, with Chet Atkins by his side
He’s
gears, but they got a little
grind
I got this ramblin' fever in my soul, I can't be sittin' still, I got to go
Wherever this highway goes, I got to roll
I's (G)born in Louisiana, down (C)on the old bay-(G)ou;
(C)Raised on shrimp and (G)catfish, (A7)Mammy's good gum-(D7)bo.
I (G)got the ramblin'
and we'll go
And we'll see how all creatures know When they raise the stars up
They all return to their homes
From the day that we met we caught ramblin
told me all the things
That I shouldn't do
But you had railroad fever and
Gamblin' in your fingers
And a bad case of ramblin' in my shoes
And a bad, bad
with this chick bumped into
this dude who was a drunk and a prick ramblin'
on about how he was gonna kill me wow! I
spilled a drink on his shirt but no
gonna be gone
I'll sing you some songs then I'll be ramblin' on
I'm gonna be gone gone gone Lord I'm gonna be gone
When the morning wakes my window
I'm
Used to play
Our faces were painted
With the colours of the landscape
I'm A ramblin Men
I'm A gamblin Men
I can sing sad sad lullibies
My Family tree is
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