Ramblin’ Fever Songtext
von David Allan Coe

Well 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

Well 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'd like to bed down on a sofa
and let some pretty lady rub my back
spend the early mornin' drinking coffee
talkin′ about when I′ll be comin' back

But I don′t let no woman tie me down
and I'll never get to old to get around
I wanna die along the highway and rot away like some old highline pole
restless 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