highway junkie

[D]One hundred cups of coffee five hundred cigarettes
 A thousand miles of highway and I ain't forgot her yet
 But I keep on[G]movin keep movin on down the[D]line
 Ain't nothin in my rear view just a cloud of dust and smoke
 What do you expect when some old trucker's heart gets bro[G]ke
 Yeah old truckers' hearts get[D]broke
 Those[A]big wheels of rubber gonna rub her off of my mind
 [G]I'm a highway junkie I need that old white[D]line
 Ten miles out Nashville doin bout 91
 State boy pulled me over said where's the fire son
 He said where's the fire son
 I said 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
 Those big wheels of rubber gonna rub her off of my mind
 I'm a highway junkie I need that old white line
 So I rolled on into Memphis I got nothin left to lose
 Wanted to hear some rock 'n roll but they played was blues
 Didn't want to hear no blues
 So I tried to call up Elvis but Roger Miller grabbed the phone
 He said dang we drive them eighteen wheelers boy you're the king of the road
 You're the king of the road
 Those big wheels of rubber gonna rub her off of my mind
 I'm a highway junkie I need that old white line