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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.

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