White Line Fever - David Allan Coe

White line fever

A sickness born down deep within my soul

White Line Fever

The years keep flyin' by like the highline poles

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

They continue to remind how fast I’m growin' 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 hummin' this old highway song

I’ve been from coast to coast a hundred times before

I ain’t found one single place where I ain’t been before