Highway Junkie

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
 Go on and write your ticket,
 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...