| Song | Ramblin' Fever |
| Artist | Merle Haggard |
| Album | Ramblin' Fever |
| 作词 : 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Ramblin' Fever | |
| The kind that can't be measured by degrees | |
| Ramblin' Fever | |
| There ain't no kind of cure for my disease |
| zuò cí : 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Ramblin' Fever | |
| The kind that can' t be measured by degrees | |
| Ramblin' Fever | |
| There ain' t no kind of cure for my disease |