| I’m a young sidewinder, a high note finder
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| A fiddler, a gypsy, and a wandering soul
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| I’m a little bit crazy, a little bit lazy
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| And I don’t feel at home unless I’m on the road
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| I got rambling fever down deep in my bones
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| From backroads and byways to places unknown
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| From wasteland to Graceland or wherever I roam
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| And I’m never alone on the road
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| I’m a cigarette smoker, a corny joke joker
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| But I can get mean when my back’s on the wall
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| I’m a helluva drinker and weird thought thinker
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| And I do things my way or no way at all
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| I got rambling fever down deep in my bones
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| From backroads and byways to places unknown
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| From wasteland to Graceland or wherever I roam
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| And I’m never alone on the road
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| I can get mighty squirrelly, a little bit surly
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| But everything changes when you’re moving along
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| Uncomfortable silence, we’ll leave that behind us
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| And write it all down in the words of a song
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| I got rambling fever down deep in my bones
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| From backroads and byways to places unknown
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| From wasteland to Graceland or ever I roam
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| And I’m never alone on the road
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| And I’m never alone on the road |