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White line fever A sickness bored deep into my soul White line fever The past keeps going down like the telly 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 (White line fever) 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 fifty 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 |