Highway Junkie Lyrics

A hundred cups of coffee,

Five hundred 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 ole trucker's heart gets broke

Yeah, a trucker's heart gets broke

But them big wheels of rubber

Gonna rub her off my mind

Well I'm a highway junkie

And I need that old white line

Ten miles outta' Nashville

I was doin' a hundred and 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 an write your ticket, man,
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But I aint 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

And I need that old white line

--- Instrumental ---

So I rolled on down to Memphis,

I had nothin' left to loose

Wanted to hear some rock n' roll

But all they played was blues

I didn't wanna hear no blues

So I went to call up Elvis

But Roger Miller grabbed the phone

He said drive that eighteen wheeler boy

You're the king of the road

Said I was the king of the road

But them big wheels of rubber

Gonna rub her off my mind

Well 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...