I'm burning, I'm smokingGot to keep these wheels a-turningThe hot road underneath meThis cataclysmic journeyWhite lines and traffic signsAin't nothin' I ain't missin'I can't stand in the drivin' dazeI'm constantly road trippin'Gone like the windOh, I'll see your face againPassing through your town before you knowI gotta do my timeWith this old guitar of mineWhite line fever leads me to the showWell, the road of life I travel on, I move along so freelyMesmerized and satisfied with the beauty that has found meI travel on and sing my song to anyone who'll listenForever mindful of the gift that I been givenGone like the windOh, I'll see your face againPassing through your town before you knowWell, I gotta do my timeWith this old guitar of mineWhite line fever leads me to the showWell, the car, she is against me and I'm runnin' for my moneyI need to have a hobby, my guitar, and my sweet honeyNews travels fast, my friend, but I keep traveling fasterAngels, they watch over me to keep me from disasterGone like the windOh, I'll see your face againPassing through your town before you knowWell, I gotta do my timeWith this old guitar of mineWhite line fever leads me to the show
