Highway Junkie

A hundred 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' on down the line

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

But what do you expect when some old trucker's heart gets broke?

Yeah, old truckers' hearts get broke

Well, them big wheels of rubber gonna rub her off-a my mind

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

I was ten miles out of Nashville doin' a 101

A state boy pulled me over, 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 runnin' from a flame"

"Go on and write your ticket, but I ain't the one to blame"

But that county judge tried to rob me blind

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

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

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

I wanted to hear some rock 'n' roll, but all they played was blues

I didn't want to hear no blues

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

He said, "Drive that 18-wheeler, boy, you're the king of the road"

Yeah, I'm the king of the road

And them big wheels of rubber gonna rub her off-a my mind

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

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