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 lineThere 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 brokeBut them big wheels of rubber
Gonna rub her off my mind
Well I'm a highway junkie
And I need that old white lineTen 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,
But I aint the one to blame
That county judge tried to rob me blindBut 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 bluesSo 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 roadBut them big wheels of rubber
Gonna rub her off my mind
Well I'm a highway junkie
And I need that old white lineI said I'm a highway junkie, man,
And I need that old white line...