White Line Fever

White line fever
Sickness born down deep within my soul
White line fever
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
Yes, I'll die with this fever in my soul
I wonder just what makes a man keep pushin' on
Why must I keep on singing this old highway song?
I've been from coast to coast a hundred times or more
I haven't seen one place that I ain't been before

White line fever
Sickness born down deep within my soul
White line fever
Years keep flying by like a high line pole

White line fever
Sickness born down deep within my soul
White line fever
Years keep flying by like a high line pole