Rablin` Fever — текст песни (Black Hills Country Band)

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
`Cause I`ve got ramblin` fever in my blood
Ramblin` fever
A 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
And spend the early morning drinking coffee
Talking about when I`ll be coming back
`Cause I don`t let no woman tie me down
And I`ll never get to old too get around
I want to die along the highway and rot away
Like some old highline pole
Restless ramblin` fever in my soul