One of the best things about streaming services like Pandora are the unexpected delights that really “hit the spot” for your current mood.
Friday morning last week felt like a ‘Crystal Gayle, “I’ll Get Over You”’ kind of morning, and as luck would have it, I have a Pandora channel named exactly that, and so I started it up.
I was quickly rewarded with Merle Haggard’s classic “Ramblin’ Fever”.
His vocals on this song ... a master at work.
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
'Cos I've got ramblin' fever in my blood
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
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 some pretty lady rub my back
And spend the early morning drinking coffee
And talkin' about when I'll be coming back
'Cos I don't let no 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
Ramblin' fever
The kind that can't be measured by degrees
Ramblin' fever
There ain't no kind of cure for my disease, yeah
Lyrics via azlyrics.com