Hardly had to change a thing here.
Artist/Band: Haggard Merle
Lyrics for Song: Ramblin' Fever
Lyrics for Album: The Ultimate Collection
My hat don't hang with the same party too long.
My ears can't stand to hear the same old song.
An' I don't leave the party long enough,
To bog down in the mud.
'Cos I've got ramblin' fever in my blood.
Caught this ramblin' fever long ago,
When I first heard about Paul Martin's blow.
If someone said I ever gave a damn,
Pete, 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,
There ain't no kind of cure for my disease.
There's times I'd like to bed down on a sofa,
And let Peter MacKay rub my back.
And spend the early morning drinking coffee,
Talkin' about when I'll be coming back.
But I don't let no no MP tie me down,
And I never get too old to get around.
I wanna die a Prime Minister and rot away,
Like some old backbencher troll,
Rest this ramblin' fever in the soul.
Ramblin' fever,
The kind that can't be measured by degrees.
Ramblin' fever,
There ain't no kind of cure for my disease.
Ramblin' fever.
Ramblin' fever.
Ramblin' fever.
Lyrics for Song: Ramblin' Fever
Lyrics for Album: The Ultimate Collection
My hat don't hang with the same party too long.
My ears can't stand to hear the same old song.
An' I don't leave the party long enough,
To bog down in the mud.
'Cos I've got ramblin' fever in my blood.
Caught this ramblin' fever long ago,
When I first heard about Paul Martin's blow.
If someone said I ever gave a damn,
Pete, 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,
There ain't no kind of cure for my disease.
There's times I'd like to bed down on a sofa,
And let Peter MacKay rub my back.
And spend the early morning drinking coffee,
Talkin' about when I'll be coming back.
But I don't let no no MP tie me down,
And I never get too old to get around.
I wanna die a Prime Minister and rot away,
Like some old backbencher troll,
Rest this ramblin' fever in the soul.
Ramblin' fever,
The kind that can't be measured by degrees.
Ramblin' fever,
There ain't no kind of cure for my disease.
Ramblin' fever.
Ramblin' fever.
Ramblin' fever.
