White Line Fever Lyrics

David Allan Coe - White Line Fever
-Home On The Road Compilation Album-
Chorus:
White Line Fever, the sickness born down deep within my soul
White Line Fever, the years keep flyin' by like the high line poles.
The wrinkles in my forehead show the miles I've left behind me
They continue to remind me how fast I'm growin' old
Guess I'll die with this fever in my soul.
Chorus:
Well, I wonder just what makes a man keep pushin' on
Why must I keep on singin', this old highway song
I've been from coast to coast a hundred times or more
And I ain't seen one single place that I ain't been before.
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