Highway Junkie

100 cups of coffee, 500 cigarettes

A thousand miles of highway and I ain't forgot her yet

But I keep on movin

I keep movin' down the line

There ain't nothin' in my mirror just a cloud of dust and smoke

What do you expect when some old trucker's heart gets broke

Yeah, trucker's hearts get broke

But them big wheels of rubber gonna rub her off my mind

Well, I'm a highway junkie man and I need that old white line

 Ten miles out of Nashville I was doin' ninety one

 State boy pulled me over he said where's the fire son

 Said where's the fire son

 I said man there ain't no fire I'm just runnin' from a flame

 So, go on and write your ticket man cause I ain't the one to blame

 That county judge tried to rob me blind

 But them big wheels of rubber gonna rub her off my mind

 Well, I'm a highway junkie man and I need that old white line

 So I rolled on down to Memphis I had nothin' left to lose

 I wanna hear some rock and roll but all they played was blues

 I didn't wanna hear no blues

 So, I went to call up Elvis, Roger Miller grabbed the phone

 Said drive that 18-wheeler boy you're the king of the road

 Said I's the king of the road

 But them big wheels of rubber gonna rub her off my mind

 Well, I'm a highway junkie man and I need that old white line

 Said, I'm a highway junkie man and I need that old white line