White Line Fever
White picket fence in the rear view
Coordinates in the GPS
He honks as he leaves the driveway
For a three day trip to the west
They call it the white line fever
And it's addictive as crack cocaine
The need to be out there trucking
Injected right into your veins.
The kids are sleeping on the porch
The dog is tugging at its chain
She smiles and tells him be careful
It looks like we're in for some rain.
They call it the white line fever
And it's addictive as crack cocaine
The need to be out there trucking
Injected right into your veins.
He doesn't care what he's hauling
As long as he's out on the road
Crisscrossing county and state lines
To pick up yet another load.
They call it the white line fever
And it's addictive as crack cocaine
The need to be out there trucking
Injected right into your veins.
He's got her picture in the truck
That he talks to late at night
Driving alone in the darkness
With not another car in sight.
They call it the white line fever
And it's addictive as crack cocaine
The need to be out there trucking
Injected right into your veins.
Truck driving runs in the family
His granddaddy owned his own rig
His daddy was always saying
You can drive son when you get big.
They call it the white line fever
And it's addictive as crack cocaine
The need to be out there trucking
Injected right into your veins.
People ask him how he managed
To keep driving for all those years
He tells them about a picture
And the sweet sound of shifting gears.
They call it the white line fever
And it's addictive as crack cocaine
The need to be out there trucking
Injected right into your veins.
Copyright © Joe Murphy | Year Posted 2014
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