Ramblin’ Fever

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

-<Ramblin'> <fever>
the kind that can't be measured by degrees
-<Ramblin'> <fever>
-there ain't no cure for my disease

>There's times that I could beddown on a sofa
-and let some pretty lady rub my back
And spend the early morning drinking <cof-fee>
-n'talkin' about when I'll be coming back

>Cause I don't let no woman tie me down
n'I'll never get too old to get around
I'm gonna die along the highway
and rot away like some old highline pole
Rest this ramblin' fever in my soul

-<Ramblin'> <fever>
the kind that can't be measured by degrees
-<Ramblin'> <fever>
- there ain't no cure for my disease