Misc Mashups – Merle Haggard - The Fugitive - Ramblin Fever (Guitar)

G                       C               D
Down every road there's always one more city

    C               D             G
I'm on the run, the highway is my home.

G                 C               D
I raised a lot of cane back in my younger days

      C            D                   G
While Mama used to pray my crops would fail

                 C                  D
Now I'm a hunted fugitive with just two ways

   C              D                G
Outrun the law or spend my life in jail.

G                  C                   D
I'd like to settle down but they won't let me

  C                          D
A fugitive must be a rolling stone

     G                  C               D
Down every road there's always one more city

    C               D             G
I'm on the run, the highway is my home.

G                C                D
I'm lonely but I can't afford the luxury

   C            D            G
Of having one I love to come along

                   C                     D
She'd only slow me down and they'd catch up with me

    C              D            G
For he who travels fastest goes alone.

G                  C                   D
I'd like to settle down but they won't let me

  C                          D
A fugitive must be a rolling stone

     G                  C               D
Down every road there's always one more city

    C               D             G
I'm on the run, the highway is my home.

G   C               D             G
I'm on the run, the highway is my home

                                       C
My hat don't hang on the same nail too long

   G                                     D
My ears can't stand to hear the same old song

    G                               C                        G
An' I don't leave the highway long enough to bog down in the mud

                         D           G
'cause I've got ramblin' fever in my blood

                                  C
I caught this ramblin' fever long ago

     G                              D
When I first heard a lonesome whistle blow

   G                          C                            G
If someone said I ever gave a damn, they damn sure told you wrong

                  D              G
I've had ramblin' fever all along

         C
Ramblin' fever

    G                                D
The kind that can't be measured by degrees

G        C
Ramblin' fever

      G                D              G
There ain't no kind of cure for my disease

                                        C
There's times I'd like to bed down on a sofa

    G                           C
And let some pretty lady rub my back

                                     G
And spend the early morning drinking coffee

                       D              G
And talkin' about when I'll be coming back

                                   C
'cause I don't let no woman tie me down

         G                         D
And I'll never get too old to get around

          G                             C                            G
I want to die along the highway and rot away like some old high-line pole

                   D           G
Rest this ramblin' fever in my soul

         C
Ramblin' fever

    G                                D
The kind that can't be measured by degrees

G        C
Ramblin' fever

      G                D             G
There ain't no kind of cure for my disease, yeah