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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 the lonesome whistle blow
If someone said I ever gave a damn
They damned sure told you wrong
I´ve had ramblin´ fever all day long

Ramblin´ fever, the kind that can´t be measured by degrees
Ramblin´ fever, there ain´t no kind a cure for my disease

There´s time I like to bed down on the 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 no woman tie me down
And I´ll never get to old to get around
I´m gonna die along the highway and rot away
Like some old highline pole
Restless ramblin´ fever in my soul


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