I’m burning, I’m smoking
Got to keep these wheels a-turning
The hot road underneath me
This cataclysmic journey
White lines and traffic signs
Ain’t nothin’ I ain’t missin’
I can’t stand in the drivin’ daze
I’m constantly road trippin’

Gone like the wind
Oh, I’ll see your face again
Passing through your town before you know
I gotta do my time
With this old guitar of mine
White line fever leads me to the show

Well, the road of life I travel on, I move along so freely
Mesmerized and satisfied with the beauty that has found me
I travel on and sing my song to anyone who’ll listen
Forever mindful of the gift that I been given

Gone like the wind
Oh, I’ll see your face again
Passing through your town before you know
Well, I gotta do my time
With this old guitar of mine
White line fever leads me to the show

Well, the car, she is against me and I’m runnin’ for my money
I need to have a hobby, my guitar, and my sweet honey
News travels fast, my friend, but I keep traveling faster
Angels, they watch over me to keep me from disaster

Gone like the wind
Oh, I’ll see your face again
Passing through your town before you know
Well, I gotta do my time
With this old guitar of mine
White line fever leads me to the show