Highway Junkie Lyrics

Chris Knight/Sam Tate/Annie Tate)

A hundred cups of coffee,
five hundred cigarettes
A thousand miles of highway
and I ain't forgot her yet
But I keep on moving,
I keep moving down the line
There ain't nothing in my mirror,
just a cloud of dust and smoke
But what do you expect when
some old trucker's heart gets broke
Yeah, trucker's hearts gets broke

But them big wheels of rubber
are gonna rub her off my mind
I'm a highway junkie,
I need that old white line

Ten miles out of Nashville,
I was doing a hundred and one
State boy me over and he 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
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but I ain't the one to blame"
That county judge tried to rob me blind.

But them big wheels of rubber
are gonna rub her off my mind
I'm a highway junkie,
I need that old white line

So I rolled on down to memphis
I had nothing left to lose
I wanted to 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
and Roger Miller grabbed the phone
He said drive that 18 wheeler, boy,
you're the king of the road
Said I was the king of the road

But them big wheels of rubber
are gonna rub her off my mind
I'm a highway junkie,
I need that old white line

I'm a highway junkie,
I need that old white line...