(Bill Anderson)Every time I hear the midnight trains
Rollin' out to the open plains
A sense of freedom fills my veins
I get the fever.Every time a sparrow flies
Up into the endless skies
Something down inside me cries
I get the fever.
I get the fever to pack up and leave here
And wander wild like the wind
This town's too full of mem'ries of cruel love
And I can't stand it seein' her with him.Every time I hear a buddy say
He's put lots of dust and clay
Between him and yesterday
I get the fever.I get the fever to pack and leave here
and I think maybe I'll do just that tomorrow
This town's too full of mem'ries of cruel love
Everywhere I turn there's pain and sorrow.
Every time I hear a buddy say
He's put lots of dust and clay
Between him and yesterday
I get the fever.I get the fever.
I get the fever.
I get the fever...
