White Line Fever

White Line Fever

A sickness born down deep within my soul

White Line Fever

The years keep flying by like a high line pole

The wrinkles in my forehead show the miles I've put

behind me

They continue to remind me how fast I'm growing old

Guess I'll die with this fever in my soul

I wonder just what makes a man keep pushing on

Why must I keep on singing this old highway song

I've been from coast to coast a 100 times or more

I haven't seen one place that I ain't been before

White Line Fever

A sickness born down deep within my soul

White Line Fever

The years keep flying by like a high line pole