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 line

There ain't nothin' in my mirror

Just a cloud of dust and smoke

What do you expect

When some ol' trucker's heart gets broke

Yeah, a trucker's heart gets broke

But them big wheels of rubber

Gonna rub her off of my mind

Well, I'm a highway junkie

And I need that old white line

Ten miles out of 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 and write your ticket, man

But I ain't the one to blame

That county judge tried to rob me blind

But them big wheels of rubber

Gonna rub her off of my mind

Well, I'm a highway junkie

And I need that old white line

So I rolled on down to Memphis

I had nothin' left to lose

Wanted to hear some rock 'n' roll

But all they played was blues

I didn't wanna hear no blues

So 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 road

But them big wheels of rubber

Gonna rub her off of my mind

Well, I'm a highway junkie

And I need that old white line

I said, I'm a highway junkie, man

And I need that old white line

• Artist:Gary Allan