Songtext Ramblin' fever von Merle Haggard

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For the record: 43 legendary hits

1999

01. Footlights
02. Mama tried
03. Sing a sad song
04. Swinging doors
05. I'm a lonesome fugitive
06. Branded man
07. Sing me back home
08. Legend of bonnie and clyde
09. Hungry eyes
10. Workin' man blues
11. Silver wings
12. Okie from muskogee
13. Fightin' side of me
14. Daddy frank
15. Carolyn
16. It's not love
17. Everybody's had the blues
18. If we make it through december
19. Old man from the mountain
20. Things aren't funny anymore
21. Movin' on
22. Always wanting you
23. It's all in the movies
24. Roots of my raising
25. Cherokee maiden
26. Ramblin' fever
27. I'm always on a mountain when i fall
28. It's been a great afternoon
29. Foot lights
30. Way i am
31. Misery and gin
32. I think i'll just stay here and drink
33. Rainbow stew
34. My favorite memory
35. Big city
36. Pancho and lefty
37. Going where the lonely go
38. Let's chase each other around the room
39. Place to fall apart
40. That's the way love goes
41. Natural high
42. Kern river
43. Twinkle, twinkle lucky star

Ramblin' fever

My hat don't hang on the same nail too long.
My ears can't stand to hear the same old song.
An' I don't leave the highway long enough,
To bog down in the mud.
'Cos 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 I'd like to bed down on a sofa,
And let some pretty lady rub my back.
And spend the early morning drinking coffee,
Talkin' about when I'll be coming back.
But I don't let no no woman tie me down,
And I never get too old to get around.
I wanna die along the highway and rot away,
Like some old high-line pole,
Rest this ramblin' fever in the 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.
Ramblin' fever.

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My hat don't hang on the same nail too long.
My ears can't stand to hear the same old song.
An' I don't leave the highway long enough,
To bog down in the mud.
'Cos 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 I'd like to bed down on a sofa,
And let some pretty lady rub my back.
And spend the early morning drinking coffee,
Talkin' about when I'll be coming back.
But I don't let no no woman tie me down,
And I never get too old to get around.
I wanna die along the highway and rot away,
Like some old high-line pole, 
Rest this ramblin' fever in the 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.
Ramblin' fever.