歌曲 | Ramblin' Fever |
歌手 | Merle Haggard |
专辑 | Down Every Road 1962-1994 |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
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 |
zuo ci : 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 |