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Highway Junkie

A hundred cups of coffee

Five hundred cigarettes

A thousand miles of highway and I ain't forgot her yet

But I'll keep on movin'

I'll keep movin' down the line.

Ain't nothing in my mirror, just a cloud of dust and smoke.

What do you expect when a trucker's heart gets broke?

Yeah, trucker's hearts get broke.

But them big wheels of rubber gonna rub her off my mind. Well I'm a highway junkie and I need that old white line.

Ten miles out of Nashville I was doing a hundred and one.

State boy pulled me over said Where's the fire son?

Where's the fire son?

I said man there ain't no fire I'm just running 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 my mind. Well I'm a highway junkie and 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 had was blues. I didn't wanna hear no blues.

So I went to call up Elvis, Rodger Miller grabbed the phone. 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 my mind. Well I'm a highway junkie and I need that old white line.

Said I'm a highway junkie man and I need that old white line.