Chords for Merle Haggard - "Ramblin' Fever" [Live from Austin, TX]

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I _ don't hang on the same nail [C] too long.
_ [G] I can't stand to hear the same [D] old song.
_ [G] I don't leave the highway [C] long enough to walk down [G] in the mud.
_ I've got a [D] rambling fever [G] in my blood.
_ I caught this rambling fever [C] long ago.
When [G]
I first heard a lonesome whistle [D] blow.
_ [G] If someone said I ever [C] gave a damn,
The damn joke [G] told you wrong.
_ _ I've had a rambling fever [G] all along.
_ _ _ _ [C] Rambling fever,
[G] The kind that can't be measured by [D] degree.
_ _ [G] _ _ _ [C] Rambling fever,
[G] There ain't no [D] kind to cure [G] from my disease.
There's times I like to [C] bed down on the street.
_ [G] And spend the plenty later [C] of my life.
_ To spend the early morning [G] drinking coffee.
_ Talking [D] about when I'll be [G] coming back.
_ But I don't let no woman [C] tie me down.
_ And I'll [G] never get too [D] old to get around.
I [G] want to dial along the [C] highway and right away.
I'll ask some old [G] highline poet.
_ And I rest this rambling fever in my soul. _ _
_ _ [C] Rambling fever,
[G] The kind that can't be measured [D] by degree.
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_ _ [C] Rambling fever,
[G] There ain't no [D] kind to cure from [G] my disease. _ _ _ _
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