Ramblin' Fever - Billy Joe Shaver

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' fever