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