My hat don't hang on the same nail too longMy ears can't stand to hear the same old songAnd I don't leave the highway long enoughTo bog down in the mud'Cause I've got ramblin' fever in my bloodI caught this ramblin' fever long agoWhen I first heard a lonesome whistle blowAnd if someone said I ever gave a damnThey damn sure told you wrongI've had ramblin' fever all alongRamblin' feverThe kind that can't be measured by degreesRamblin' feverThere ain't no kind of cure for my diseaseThere's times I'd like to bed down on a sofaAnd let some pretty lady rub my backAnd spend the early mornin' drinkin' coffeeTalkin' about when I'd be comin' backYeah, but I don't let no woman tie me downAnd I'll never get too old to get aroundI want the tires on the highway to wear awayLike some old highway line poleRest this ramblin' fever in my soulRamblin' feverThe kind that can't be measured by degreesRamblin' feverThere ain't no kind of cure for my disease
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Merle Ronald Haggard (Oildale, California; 6 de abril de 1937 - Palo Cedro, California; 6 de abril de 2016) fue un cantante, guitarrista, violinista y compositor estadounidense de música country.
Junto con Buck Owens, Haggard y su banda The Strangers…
