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Ramblin' fever |
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The kind that can't be measured by degrees |
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Ramblin' fever |
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Ain't no kind of cure for my disease |
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A hat don't hang on the same nail too long |
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My ears can't stand to hear the same old song |
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I don't leave the highway long enough |
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to bog down in the mud |
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I've got ramblin' fever in my blood |
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I caught this ramblin' fever long ago |
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When I first heard a lonesome whistle blow |
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and someone said I ever gave a damn, |
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well, he damn sure told you wrong |
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I've had ramblin' fever all along |
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Ramblin' fever |
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the kind that can't be measured by degrees |
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Ramblin' fever |
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Ain't no kind of cure for my disease |
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There's times I'd like to bed down on the sofa |
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and let some pretty lady rub my back |
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Spend the early mornin' drinkin' coffee, |
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talkin' bout when I'd be comin' back |
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I don't let no woman tie me down |
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I'll never get too old to get around |
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I wanna die along the highway right away |
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like some old high-line pole |
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I've got ramblin' fever in my soul |
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Ramblin' fever |
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the kind that can't be measured by degrees |
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Ramblin' fever |
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Ain't no kind of cure for my disease |
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Ramblin' fever |
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the kind that can't be measured by degrees |
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Ramblin' fever |
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Ain't no kind of cure for my disease |
