Ramblin' Fever Merle Haggard
Merle Haggard
My hat [G]don't hang on the same nail too [C]long
My [G]ears can't stand to hear the same old [D]song
And I [G]don't leave the hig[G7]hway long en[C]ough
To bog down in the [G]mud
[G]Cause I've got ramblin' [D]fever in my bloo[G]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:
[G]Ramblin' [C]fever, the kind[G] that can't be measured by de[D]grees
[G]Ramblin' [C]fever, there ain't[G] no kind of cur[D]e for my dis[G]ease
[D7]There's [G]times I'd like to bed down on a [C]sofa
And [G]let some pretty lady rub my [C]back
[C]And spend the early mor[Am]ning [C]drinking [G]coffee
And talking about when I'l[D]l be coming [G]back
[G]Cause I don't let know no woman tie me [C]down
And I'll [G]never get too old to get a[D]round
I'm gonna [G]die along the highway and rot a[C]way
[C]Like some old high-line [G]pole,
Rest this ramblin' [D]fever in my soul
CHORUS
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