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Merle Haggard

Ramblin' Fever

 

Ramblin' Fever

(альбом: 1994 - 1994)


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 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, they 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

'Cause 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 rambling 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, yeah

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