Wh-ite line fever A sickness born down deep within my soul Wh-ite line fever Years keep flying by like the high line poles The wrinkles in my forehead Show the miles I've put behind me They continue to remind me how fast I'm growing old Guess I'll die with this fever in my soul I wonder just what makes a man keep pushing on Why must I keep on singing this old highway song I've been from coast to coast a hundred times or more Ain't seen one single place where I ain't been before Wh-ite line fever A sickness born down deep within my soul Wh-ite line fever Years keep flying by like the high line poles The wrinkles in my forehead Show the miles I've put behind me They continue to remind me how fast I'm growing old Guess I'll die with this fever in my soul