White Line Fever

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