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 bloodRamblin' feverA 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 morning drinking coffeeTalking about when I'll be coming back'Cause I don't let no woman tie me downAnd I'll never get to old too get aroundI want to die along the highway and rot awayLike some old highline poleRestless ramblin' fever in my soul