(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
I've 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.

Chorus:
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 I like to lay down on the sofa
And let some pretty lady rub my back
Spend the early morning drinking coffee
Talkin' about when I'll be comin' back.

'Cause I don't let no woman tie me down
And I'll never get too old to get around
I wanna die along the highway and rot away
Like some old highline pole
Rest this ramblin fever in my soul.

Chorus:
Ramblin' Fever
The kind that can't be measured by degrees
Ramblin' Fever
There ain't no kind of cure for my disease...