Chords for Ramblin' Fever , Merle Haggard , 1977
Tempo:
95.6 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
D
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G]
[E]
[G] [C]
[G] [E] [G]
My hat don't hang on the same [C] nail too long.
[G] My ears can't stand to hear the [D] same old song.
[G] And I don't leave the highway [C] long enough to bog down [G] in the mud.
I've got a rambling [D] fever in my blood.
I caught this rambling fever [C] long ago.
[G] When I first heard a lonesome [D] whistle blow.
[G] If someone said I ever gave [C] a damn,
They damn sure told [G] you wrong.
I've had [D] rambling fever [G] all along.
[C] Rambling fever,
[G] Kind of can't be measured by [D]
degrees.
[G] [C] Rambling fever,
There ain't no kind to cure [D] for my disease.
There's time tonight to bed down [C] on the street.
[G] And let some pretty lady rub [C] my back.
And spend the early [G] morning drinking coffee.
Talking about when I'll be coming back.
Cause I don't let no woman tie [C] me down.
[G] And I'll never get too old to [D] get around.
I [G] want to die along the highway and [C] right away.
Like some old [G] highline poet.
Restless rambling fever in my soul.
[C] Rambling fever,
[G]
Kind of can't be measured [D] by degrees.
[G]
[C] Rambling fever,
[G] There ain't no kind to cure for my disease.
[C] [G]
[D] [G]
[C] [G]
[D] [G]
[C] [G]
[E]
[G] [C]
[G] [E] [G]
My hat don't hang on the same [C] nail too long.
[G] My ears can't stand to hear the [D] same old song.
[G] And I don't leave the highway [C] long enough to bog down [G] in the mud.
I've got a rambling [D] fever in my blood.
I caught this rambling fever [C] long ago.
[G] When I first heard a lonesome [D] whistle blow.
[G] If someone said I ever gave [C] a damn,
They damn sure told [G] you wrong.
I've had [D] rambling fever [G] all along.
[C] Rambling fever,
[G] Kind of can't be measured by [D]
degrees.
[G] [C] Rambling fever,
There ain't no kind to cure [D] for my disease.
There's time tonight to bed down [C] on the street.
[G] And let some pretty lady rub [C] my back.
And spend the early [G] morning drinking coffee.
Talking about when I'll be coming back.
Cause I don't let no woman tie [C] me down.
[G] And I'll never get too old to [D] get around.
I [G] want to die along the highway and [C] right away.
Like some old [G] highline poet.
Restless rambling fever in my soul.
[C] Rambling fever,
[G]
Kind of can't be measured [D] by degrees.
[G]
[C] Rambling fever,
[G] There ain't no kind to cure for my disease.
[C] [G]
[D] [G]
[C] [G]
[D] [G]
[C] [G]
Key:
G
C
D
E
G
C
D
E
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [E] _ _ [G] _
_ _ My hat don't hang on the same [C] nail too long.
[G] My ears can't stand to hear the [D] same old song.
[G] And I don't leave the highway [C] long enough to bog down [G] in the mud.
_ I've got a rambling [D] fever in my blood.
_ I caught this rambling fever [C] long ago.
_ [G] When I first heard a lonesome [D] whistle blow.
_ [G] If someone said I ever gave [C] a damn,
They damn sure told [G] you wrong.
_ I've had [D] rambling fever [G] all along.
_ _ _ _ [C] Rambling fever,
_ [G] Kind of can't be measured by [D]
degrees.
_ _ [G] _ _ _ [C] Rambling fever,
There ain't no kind to cure [D] for my disease.
_ There's time tonight to bed down [C] on the street.
_ [G] And let some pretty lady rub [C] my back.
_ And spend the early [G] morning drinking coffee.
_ Talking about when I'll be coming back.
Cause I don't let no woman tie [C] me down.
_ [G] And I'll never get too old to [D] get around.
I [G] want to die along the highway and [C] right away.
Like some old [G] highline poet. _ _
Restless rambling fever in my soul. _ _
_ _ [C] Rambling fever,
_ _ [G]
Kind of can't be measured [D] by _ degrees.
[G] _
_ _ [C] Rambling fever,
_ [G] There ain't no kind to cure for my disease. _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [G] _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [E] _ _ [G] _
_ _ My hat don't hang on the same [C] nail too long.
[G] My ears can't stand to hear the [D] same old song.
[G] And I don't leave the highway [C] long enough to bog down [G] in the mud.
_ I've got a rambling [D] fever in my blood.
_ I caught this rambling fever [C] long ago.
_ [G] When I first heard a lonesome [D] whistle blow.
_ [G] If someone said I ever gave [C] a damn,
They damn sure told [G] you wrong.
_ I've had [D] rambling fever [G] all along.
_ _ _ _ [C] Rambling fever,
_ [G] Kind of can't be measured by [D]
degrees.
_ _ [G] _ _ _ [C] Rambling fever,
There ain't no kind to cure [D] for my disease.
_ There's time tonight to bed down [C] on the street.
_ [G] And let some pretty lady rub [C] my back.
_ And spend the early [G] morning drinking coffee.
_ Talking about when I'll be coming back.
Cause I don't let no woman tie [C] me down.
_ [G] And I'll never get too old to [D] get around.
I [G] want to die along the highway and [C] right away.
Like some old [G] highline poet. _ _
Restless rambling fever in my soul. _ _
_ _ [C] Rambling fever,
_ _ [G]
Kind of can't be measured [D] by _ degrees.
[G] _
_ _ [C] Rambling fever,
_ [G] There ain't no kind to cure for my disease. _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [G] _