White Line Fever

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