Текст песни White Line Fever - David Allan Coe

White line fever
A sickness born deep within my soul
White line fever
The years keep flying by like those highway poles

The wrinkles on 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

White line fever
A sickness born deep within my soul
White line fever
The years keep flying by like those highway poles

I wonder just what makes a man keep pushing on
Why must I keep singing this old highway song?
I've been from coast to coast a hundred times or more
I ain't seen one single place that I ain't been before

White line fever
A sickness born deep within my soul
White line fever
The years keep flying by like those highway poles

White line fever

White line fever

White line fever