Highway Junkie

[D]One hundred cups of coffee five hundred cigarettes A thousand miles of highway and I ain't forgot her yet But I keep on[G]movin keep movin on down the[D]line Ain't nothin in my rear view just a cloud of dust and smoke What do you expect when some old trucker's heart gets bro[G]ke Yeah old truckers' hearts get[D]broke Those[A]big wheels of rubber gonna rub her off of my mind [G]I'm a highway junkie I need that old white[D]line Ten miles out Nashville doin bout 91 State boy pulled me over said where's the fire son He said where's the fire son I said there ain't no fire I'm just runnin from a flame Go on and write your ticket but I ain't the one to blame Those big wheels of rubber gonna rub her off of my mind I'm a highway junkie I need that old white line So I rolled on into Memphis I got nothin left to lose Wanted to hear some rock 'n roll but they played was blues Didn't want to hear no blues So I tried to call up Elvis but Roger Miller grabbed the phone He said dang we drive them eighteen wheelers boy you're the king of the road You're the king of the road Those big wheels of rubber gonna rub her off of my mind I'm a highway junkie I need that old white line