C White li F ne fev C er
A sickness born down deep within my G soul C
C White line F feve C r
The years keep flying by like th G e highline poles C
The wrink F les in my forehead G
Show the miles I C âve put behind me
They continue F to remind me
How fast Iâm growing old G
Guess Iâll die with this fever in my soul C
C I wonder just what makes a ma G n keep pushing on C
C What makes me keep on humming this ole G highway song C
Iâve b F een from coast to coast a hu G ndred times or more C
I ainât f F ound one single place whe G re I ainât been before C
C White lin F e feve C r
A sickness born down deep within my G soul C
C White lin F e fev C er
The years keep flying by like th G e highline poles C
The wrink F les in my forehead G
Show the miles I C âve put behind me
They continue F to remind me
How fast Iâm growing old G
Guess Iâll die with this fever in my soul C
C White line F fev C er, fever
Merle Haggard
