White Line Fever

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White Line Fever

A sickness bored deep into my soul

White Line Fever

The past keeps going down like the tele' poles

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

And continue to remind me, the fact I'm growing old

I've still got that fever in my soul

I wonder what keeps a man pushing on

I wonder what keeps me singing this old highway song

I've been from coast to coast

Many miles I've gone

And there ain't one town I haven't seen before

White Line Fever

A sickness bored deep into my soul

White Line Fever

The past keeps going on like the telephone poles

The ghost of the airwaves shows the miles I've put behind me

They continue to remind me, the fact I'm getting old

White Line Fever

White Line Fever

For throwing things out of the car

It's a 50 pound, hundred dollar fine

The lines I've put behind me

And the ghosts I've put behind me

They continue to remind me

The fact I'm growing old

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