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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 keep movin' down the line Ain't nothin' in my mirror Just a cloud of dust and smoke What do you expect when some old trucker's heart gets broke Yeah trucker's hearts get 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 doing 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 running from a flame, So go on 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 nothing left to lose I wanted to 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 18 wheeler boy, you're the king of the road" Said I's 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 Said, I'm a highway junkieman and I need that old white line |