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by glasseye » Sat Aug 09, 2008 9:21 am
My hat don't hang on the same nail too long
My ears can't stand to hear the same old song
I don't leave the highway long enough to bog down in the mud
I've got ramblin' fever in my blood.
Ramblin' fever, the kind that can't be measured by degrees
Ramblin' fever, there ain't no kind of cure for my disease.
"This war will pay for itself."
Paul Wolfowitz, speaking of Iraq.