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Rambling Fever
Rhythm 188
 
    
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Rambling Fever
 
ID: 3643
   Instrumental  

LabelRhythm
WEB SITE www.rhythmrecords.biz
Label information
Grid list of Rhythm recordings
Number188
TypeSinging Call
Copies3
Vic's Rating0 (not rated)
Bpm 
Duration 
Media45 rpm vinyl
Artist(s)
Jerry Story (picture)     recordings by Jerry Story

Jerry Story

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Cue Sheet

OPENER - MIDDLE BREAK - CLOSER    Basic

Circle left
My hat don't hang on the same nail too long
I can't stand to hear the same old song

Allemande the corner, turn your partner by the right
Allemande the corner and you weave the ring
Ramblin' fever
Swing that girl and promenade
Ramblin' fever
I've got ramblin' fever in my soul


FIGURE    Basic, corner progression

Head (side) couples square thru get 4
With the corner do the right and left thru
Swing thru and then the boys you run
The ladies trade and ferris wheel there son
Pass thru, swing thru, and you swing that corner girl
Swing that girl around and promenade
Ramblin' fever
I've had ramblin' fever all along


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I've had ramblin' fever all along
 
Lyrics

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Ramblin' Fever Lyrics ID: 1846

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.

Caught this ramblin' fever long ago,
When I first heard a lonesome whistle blow.
If someone said I ever gave a damn,
Man, 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,
Talkin' about when I'll be coming back.

But I don't let no no woman tie me down,
And I never get too old to get around.
I wanna die along the highway and rot away,
Like some old high-line pole,
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 by Merle Haggard.
Recorded by Merle Haggard.
 

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