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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
Written by Merle Haggard
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