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My hat don'Dt hang on the same nail too lonGg
My Dears can't stand to hear the same oldA song
And I Ddon't leave the hiGghway long enough
To bog down in the Dmud
DCause I've got ramblin'A fever in my bDlood
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
DRamblinG' fever, the kDind that can't be measured bAy degrees
DRamblinG' fever, there aiDn't no kind oAf cure for mDy disease
DThere's times I'd like to bed down on aG sofa
And Dlet some pretty lady rub myA back
DAnd spend the early morning drinkiGng coffee
AndD talking about when I'All be comingD back
DCause I don't let know no woman tie me Gdown
And I'll Dnever get too old to get aAround
I'm gonna Ddie along the highway and rot aGway
Like some old high-line pDole,
Rest this ramblin' Afever in my sDoul
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