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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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An' I don't leave the highway long enough to bog down in the mud |
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'Cos I've got ramblin' fever in my blood |
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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, the damn sure told you wrong |
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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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And let some pretty lady rub my back |
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And spend the early morning drinking coffee |
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And talkin' about when I'll be coming back |
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'Cos I don't let no no woman tie me down |
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And I'll never get too old to get around |
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I want to die along the highway and rot away like some old high-line pole |
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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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Ramblin' fever |
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There ain't no kind of cure for my disease, yeah |
