D     G    A       F#m                 A             D 
White Line Fever a sickness born down deep inside my soul 
D     G    A         F#m               A                   D 
White Line Fever the years keep flying by like a high line pole 
    G              A                 D 
The wrinkles in my forehead show the miles I've put behind me 
         G    G/F#  Em         G        G/F#    A 
They continue to remind me how fast I'm growing old 
                                     D      
Guess I'll die with this fever in my soul  
D                  A                D 
I wonder just what makes a man keep pushing on  
                   A                D      
Why must I keep on singing this old highway song  
     G                  A            D 
I've been from coast to coast a 100 times or more   
G                   A                  D 
I haven't found one place that I ain't been before  
 D    G    A       F#m                A              D 
White Line Fever a sickness born down deep inside my soul 
D     G    A         F#m               A                   D 
White Line Fever the years keep flying by like a high line pole