The Fever Karaoke - Garth Brooks

This title is a cover of The Fever as made famous by Garth Brooks

Formats included:


The CDG format (also called CD+G or MP3+G) is suitable for most karaoke machines. It includes an MP3 file and synchronized lyrics (Karaoke Version only sells digital files (MP3+G) and you will NOT receive a CD).

This universal format works with almost any device (Windows, Mac, iPhone, iPad, Android, Connected TVs...)

This format is suitable for KaraFun Player, a free karaoke software. It allows you to turn on or off the backing vocals, lead vocals, and change the pitch or tempo.

Your purchase allows you to download your video in all of these formats as often as you like.


With backing vocals (with or without vocals in the KFN version)

Tempo: variable (around 182 BPM)

In the same key as the original: A

Duration: 02:39 - Preview at: 01:56

Release date: 1995
Genres: Country, In English
Songwriter: Daniel Bruce Roberts
Original songwriters: Bryan Glenn Kennedy, Joe Perry, Steven Tyler

All files available for download are reproduced tracks, they're not the original music.

Lyrics The Fever

He's got a split finger wrap and his rope's pulled way too tight
He's got a lunatic smile 'cos he's really drawn deep tonight
He's got a fever a fever, a fever, fever
Grab a hold of anything and hold on tight
It hits you like the venom from a rattle snake bite
We're all here 'cos he's not all there tonight
He takes one last breath and time turns inside out
Then the gate busts open to the world he dreams about
He's got a fever a fever, a fever, a fever
Stick a rope on anything 'cos he don't care
He'd even take a ride in an electric chair
We're all here 'cos he's not all there tonight
He says it's really kind of simple keep your mind in the middle
While your butt spins 'round and 'round
Take heed to Sankey's preachin' keep liftin' and reachin'
And ridin' like there ain't no clowns, aoh
Hey, what he loves might kill him but he's got no choice
He's a different breed with a voice down deep inside
Whoa, that's screamin' he was born to ride
He's got a fever a fever, a fever, a fever
Fever makes you crazy 'cos it makes no sense
Like runnin' from your shadow out of self-defense
He won't run and baby he can't hide
He thinks the odds are even leavin' one hand tied
He gets so tired of hangin' on so tight
I know you think he's crazy well I think you're right
We're all here 'cos he's not all there that's right

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