Wh-ite line fever
A sickness born down deep within my soul
Wh-ite line fever
Years keep flying by like the high line poles
The wrinkles in 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
I wonder just what makes a man keep pushing on
Why must I keep on singing this old highway song
I've been from coast to coast a hundred times or more
Ain't seen one single place where I ain't been before
Wh-ite line fever
A sickness born down deep within my soul
Wh-ite line fever
Years keep flying by like the high line poles
The wrinkles in 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