Ramblin’ Fever

[Intro]
Hey, sending this one out for all you Hag fans out here on the highway
You got that guitar, now?
Sounds good
Aw, yeah
Aw, come on with it, little Willie

[Verse 1]
My hat don't hang on the same nail too long
My ears can't stand to hear the same old song
I don't leave the highway long enough
To bog down in the mud
I've got ramblin' fever in my blood
Well, I caught this ramblin' fever long ago
Hell, when I first heard a lonesome whistle blow
And if anyone ever said I gave a damn, man
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

[Verse 2]
Sometimes, I'd like to bed down on the sofa
And let some pretty lady rub my back (aw yeah)
Spend the early morning drinking coffee
Talkin' about when I'll be coming back
I don't let no woman tie me down
I'll never get too old to get around
I want to die along the highway and rot away like some old high-line 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

[Slide Guitar Solo]

[Fiddle Solo]

[Outro]
Put that hammer down, Tony (Oh yeah)
That’s country music right there, buddy (damn right, ol' son)
One more time