White Line Fever
written by Merle Haggard, arrangement by The Flying Burrito Brothers
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White Line Fever,
A sickness born down deep within my soul.
White Line Fever,
The 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.
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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.
I haven't seen one place, where I ain't been before.