White Line Fever Lyrics

Runnin' down the highway

Wind blowing in my hair

80 Miles an hour

And I'm halfway there

The hills of Mississippi

Are quiet through the night

Nothing to disturb them

But two headlights

Drive into the sunset

In the southlands

Or the trails of West Virginia

While she holds my hand

We make it to the city

We see the sun sleep

It's time to watch the lights

Pollute the streets

But there's something itchin'

The back of my brain

I know it ain't supposed to

But I think it's gonna rain

Clouds cover the sky,

Though the picture is quite clear

The words they shower on me

I don't want to hear

Don't you know where you're going to?

And the world is falling down…

White Line Fever

Can't wait to greet ya

So good to see ya

So good to see ya

White Line Fever

Can't wait to meet her

Everyone's a preacher

Everyone's a preacher

I wanna get away from this dry old place

But the world is falling down

I wanna move on from the sand and the stone

But the world keeps falling down

The world keeps falling down