My hat don't hang on the same nail too longMy ears
can't stand to hear the same old songAnd I don't leave
the highway long enoughTo bog down in the mud'Cause
I've got ramblin' fever in my bloodRamblin' feverA
kind that can't be measured by degreesRamblin' feverThere
ain't no kind of cure for my diseaseThere's times I'd
like to bed down on a sofaAnd let some pretty lady
rub my backAnd spend the early morning drinking coffeeTalking
about when I'll be coming back'Cause I don't let no
woman tie me downAnd I'll never get to old too get
aroundI want to die along the highway and rot awayLike
some old highline poleRestless ramblin' fever in my soul