D G A F#m A D
White Line Fever a sickness born down deep inside my soul
D G A F#m A D
White Line Fever the years keep flying by like a high line pole
G A D
The wrinkles in my forehead show the miles I've put behind me
G G/F# Em G G/F# A
They continue to remind me how fast I'm growing old
D
Guess I'll die with this fever in my soul
D A D
I wonder just what makes a man keep pushing on
A D
Why must I keep on singing this old highway song
G A D
I've been from coast to coast a 100 times or more
G A D
I haven't found one place that I ain't been before
D G A F#m A D
White Line Fever a sickness born down deep inside my soul
D G A F#m A D
White Line Fever the years keep flying by like a high line pole
