White line fever--
A sickness born down deep within my soul.
White line fever--
The years keep flying by like the highline poles.
The wrinkles in my forehead show the miles I've put behind me,
And they continue to remind me how fast I am growing old--
Guess I'll die with this fever in my soul.
I wonder just what makes a man keep pushing on?
What makes me keep on humming this ole highway song?
Yeah, I've been from coast to coast a hundred times or more,
And I ain't seen one single place where 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 the highline poles.
The wrinkles in my forehead show the miles I've put behind me,
And they continue to remind me how fast I am growing old--
Guess I'll die with this fever in my soul.
White line fever, fever
