Here's a song that goes out especially for all the truck drivers we might have with us.
Do we have any here tonight from Muskogee?
Wide line fever, a sickness born down deep within my soul.
Wide line fever, the years keep flying by like the highline poles.
The wrinkles in my forehead show the miles I've put behind me.
They continue to remind me how fast I'm growing old.
Guess I'll die with this fever in my soul.
I wonder just what makes a man keep pushing on.
Why must I keep on singing this old highway song?
Yeah, I've been from coast to coast a hundred times or more.
And I ain't seen one single place where I ain't been before.
Wide line fever, a sickness born down deep within my soul.
Wide line fever, the years keep flying by like the highline poles.
The wrinkles in my forehead show the miles I've put behind me.
They continue to remind me how fast I'm growing old.
Guess I'll die with this fever in my soul.