White Line Fever

Sweet summer days Cold winter nights All my friends In the back of my van Driving from town to town Leaving everything behind Feeling like a rock star Though it's a total grind On the road but still at home And it's hello goodbye then it's time to go I'd rather freeze driving through the night Than sitting there sweaty on a Southwest flight Cases are packed With sounds we love to hear On our way As a travelling band These narrow roads Every corner is blind It's a hell of a hustle And our favorite time On the road but still at home And it's hello goodbye then it's time to go I'd rather freeze driving through the night Than sitting there sweaty on a Southwest flight One thing that we know is true The white line fever sticks like glue It may not make sense to you But this is what we love to do On the road but still at home And it's hello goodbye then it's time to go I'd rather freeze driving through the night Than sitting there sweaty on a Southwest flight