Ramblin' Fever

by Merle Haggard

Merle Ronald Haggard (born April 6, 1937) is an American country music song writer, singer, guitarist, fiddler and instrumentalist. Along with Buck Owens, Haggard and his band The Strangers helped create the Bakersfield sound, which is characterized by the unique twang of Fender Telecaster and the …




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

'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
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 
And 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

Written by: MERLE HAGGARD

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