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
I CAUGHT THIS RAMBLIN´ FEVER LONG AGO WHEN I FIRST HEARD THE LONESOME WHISTLE BLOW AND IF ANYONE EVER SAYS I GAVE A DAMN THEY DAMN SURE TOLD YOU WRONG I´VE HAD RAMBLIN´ FEVER ALL ALONG RAMBLIN´ FEVER THE KIND THAT CAN´T BE MEASURED BY DEGREES RAMBLIN´ FEVER NO 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 AND TALKIN´ ABOUT WHEN I´LL BE COMIN BACK BUT I ANI´T GONNA LET NO WOMAN TIE ME DOWN ´CAUSE I´LL NEVER GET TOO OLD TO GET AROUND I WANNA DIE ALONG THE HIGHWAY AND ROT AWAY LIKE SOME OLD HIGH-LINE POLE REST THIS RAMBLIN´ FEVER IN MY SOUL