My hat don't hang on the same nail too long My ears can't stand to hear the same old song I don't leave the highway long enough To bog down in the mud I've got ramblin' fever in my blood
Caught this ramblin' fever long ago When I first heard a lonesome whistle blow If someone said, I ever gave a damn Man, 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 kind of cure for my disease
There's times that I'd like to bed down on a sofa And let some pretty lady rub my back And spend the early mornin' drinkin' coffee Talkin' about when I'll be comin' back
But I don't let no no woman, tie me down And I never get too old to get around I want to die along the highway and rot away Like some old high-line 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 kind of cure for my disease
Ramblin' fever Ramblin' feverTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
