Boxcar Willie White Line Fever
White line fever, A 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 put behind me. They continue to remind me how fast I'm growin' old. Guess I'll die with this fever in my soul. 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. I ain't seen one single place where I ain't been before.
White line fever, A 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 put behind me. They continue to remind me how fast I'm growin' old. Guess I'll die with this fever in my soul.
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