โหลดเพลง mp3 Ramblin' Fever - Merle Haggard

Ramblin' Fever - Merle Haggard
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

Cos I've got rambling fever in my blood

I caught this rambling fever long ago

When I first heard a lonesome whistle blow
If someone said I ever gave a damn

The damn sure told you wrong

I've had rambling fever all along

Rambling fever

The kind that can't be measured by degrees
Rambling fever

There ain't no kind of cure for my disease

There's times I'd like to bed down on a sofa

And let some pretty lady rub my back

And spend the early morning drinking coffee

And talking about when I'll be coming back
Cos I don't let no no woman tie me down

And I'll 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

Rambling fever

The kind that can't be measured by degrees

Rambling fever

There ain't no kind of cure for my disease