My hat don't hang on the same nail too long
And 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
I 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 kind of cure for my disease
Well, there's times I'd like to bed down on a sofa
And let some pretty lady rub my back
Oh, and spend the early morning drinking coffee
And talkin' about when I'll be coming back
'Cause I don't let no woman tie me down (that's right, Harvs)
And I'll never get too old to get around (that's right, too)
I'm gonna 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
The kind that can't be measured by degrees
Ramblin' fever
There ain't no kind of cure for my disease
