Cifra de Merle Haggard - The Fugitive - Ramblin Fever - Misc Mashups
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The Fugitive/Ramblin Fever
by Merle Haggard
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Down every road there's always one more city
I'm on the run, the highway is my home.
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I raised a lot of cane back in my younger days
While Mama used to pray my crops would fail
Now I'm a hunted fugitive with just two ways
Outrun the law or spend my life in jail.
[Chorus]
G C D
I'd like to settle down but they won't let me
A fugitive must be a rolling stone
Down every road there's always one more city
I'm on the run, the highway is my home.
[Instrumental]
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[Verse 3]
G C D
I'm lonely but I can't afford the luxury
Of having one I love to come along
She'd only slow me down and they'd catch up with me
For he who travels fastest goes alone.
[Chorus]
G C D
I'd like to settle down but they won't let me
A fugitive must be a rolling stone
Down every road there's always one more city
I'm on the run, the highway is my home.
[Outro]
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I'm on the run, the highway is my home
G C G D G C D G
Ramblin Fever
My hat don't hang on the same nail too long
My ears can't stand to hear the same old song
An' I don't leave the highway long enough to bog down in the mud
'cause I've got ramblin' fever in my blood
[Verse 2]
I caught this ramblin' fever long ago
When I first heard a lonesome whistle blow
If someone said I ever gave a damn, they damn sure told you wrong
I've had ramblin' fever all along
[Chorus]
Ramblin' fever
The kind that can't be measured by degrees
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Ramblin' fever
There ain't no kind of cure for my disease
[Verse 3]
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 coming back
[Verse 4]
'cause I don't let no woman tie me down
And I'll never get too old to get around
I want to die along the highway and rot away like some old high-line pole
Rest this ramblin' fever in my soul
[Chorus]
Ramblin' fever
The kind that can't be measured by degrees
G C
Ramblin' fever
There ain't no kind of cure for my disease, yeah
[End]
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