Highway Junkie

A hundred cups of coffee, five hundred cigarettes Thousand miles of highway and I ain't got her yet But I keep on moving I keep on Moving down the line Ain't nothing in my mirror just a cloud of dust and smoke What do you expect when some old truckers heart gets broke Yeah truckers hearts get broke But these big wheels of rubber gonna rub her off my mind Yeah I'm a highway junkie and I need that old white line Ten miles out of Nashville I was doing a hundred and one State boy pulled me over and said where's the fire son He said where's the fire son I said man there ain't no fire I'm just running from a flame So go on and write your ticket man but I ain't the one to blame That county judge tried to rob me blind But these big wheels of rubber gonna rub her off my min Yeah I'm a highway junkie and I need that old white line So I rode on down the Memphis, had nothing else to lose I wanted to hear some rock and roll but all that played were blues Man I didn't need to hear no blues So I went to call up Elvis but Roger Miller grabbed the phone He said turn to that 18-wheeler boy you're the king of the road Said I was the king of the road But these big rubber wheels of rubber gonna rub her off my mind Yeah I'm a highway junkie and I need that old white line I said I'm a highway junkie man and I need that old white line I got the white line fever Cause I'm a highway junkie Yes I am