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...