Ramblin' Fever Merle Haggard
My hat don't hang on the same nail too long
My [Bb]ears can't stand to hear the same old [F]song
And I [Bb]don't leave the hig[Bb7]hway long en[Eb]ough
To bog down in the [Bb]mud
[Bb]Cause I've got ramblin' [F]fever in my bloo[Bb]d
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
CHORUS:
[Bb]Ramblin' [Eb]fever, the kind[Bb] that can't be measured by de[F]grees
[Bb]Ramblin' [Eb]fever, there ain't[Bb] no kind of cur[F]e for my dis[Bb]ease
[F7]There's [Bb]times I'd like to bed down on a [Eb]sofa
And [Bb]let some pretty lady rub my [Eb]back
[Eb]And spend the early mor[Cm]ning [Eb]drinking [Bb]coffee
And talking about when I'l[F]l be coming [Bb]back
[Bb]Cause I don't let know no woman tie me [Eb]down
And I'll [Bb]never get too old to get a[F]round
I'm gonna [Bb]die along the highway and rot a[Eb]way
[Eb]Like some old high-line [Bb]pole,
Rest this ramblin' [F]fever in my soul
CHORUS
Tom Lindsey, TPLBA@aol.com
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