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