Ramblin' Fever

D                              G
My hat don't hang on the same nail too long
   D                                    A
My ears can't stand to hear the same old song
      D                 G          
And I don't leave the highway long enough
                   D
To bog down in the mud
D                      A             D
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


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

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

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

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