| My hat don’t hang on the same nail too long
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| My ears can’t stand to hear the same old song
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| And I don’t leave the highway long enough
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| To bog down in the mud 'cause I’ve got ramblin' fever in my blood
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| Well, I caught this ramblin' fever long ago
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| When I first heard a lonesome whistle blow
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| If someone said I ever gave a damn, well they damn sure told you wrong
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| 'Cause I’ve had ramblin' fever all along
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| Ramblin' fever
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| The kind that can’t be measured by degrees
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| Ramblin' fever
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| There ain’t no kind of cure for my disease
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| There’s times I’d like to bed down on a sofa
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| Let some good looking man rub my back
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| Spend the early morning drinking coffee
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| Talkin' about when I’ll be coming back
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| 'Cause I don’t let no man tie me down
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| And I’ll never get too old to get around
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| I’m gonna die along the highway and rot away like some old high line pole
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| Finally rest this ramblin' fever in my soul
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| Ramblin' fever
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| The kind that can’t be measured by degrees
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| Oh, ramblin' fever
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| There ain’t no kind of cure for my disease
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| Ramblin' fever
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| The kind that can’t be measured by degrees
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| Ramblin' fever
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| Well, there ain’t no kind of cure for my disease |