(Bill Anderson)

Every time I hear the midnight train
A rollin' out to the open plain
A sense of freedom fills my veins
I get the fever.

Every time a sparrow flies
Up into the endless skies
Something down inside of me cries
I get the fever.

I get the fever to pack up and leave here
And wander wild like the wind
This town's too full of memories of cruel love
And I can't stand it seeing her with him.

Every time I hear somebody say
They've got lots of dust and clay
Between them and yesterday
I get the fever.

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I get the fever to pack up and leave here
I beg many I'll do just that tomorrow
This town's too full of memories of cruel love everywhere
I turn there's pain and sorrow.

Every time I hear somebody say
They've got lots of dust and clay
Between them and yesterday
I get the fever

I get the fever, I get the fever...