Highway junkie

Highway junkie - Chris Knight

One hundred cups of coffee

Five hundred cigarettes

A thousand miles of highway

And I ain't forgot her yet

But I keep on moving

Keep moving on down the line

Ain't nothing in my mare

Just a cloud of dust and smoke

What do you expect

When some old trucker's heart gets broke

Yeah old trucker's heart gets broke

Those big wheels of rubber gonna

Rub her off of my mind

I'm a highway junkie

I need that old white line

Well ten miles out Nashville

Doing about 91

State boy pulled me over he said

Where's the fire son

He said where's the fire son

I said 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

Those big wheels of rubber gonna

Rub her off of my mind

I'm a highway junkie

I need that old white line

So I rolled on into Memphis

I had nothing left to lose

Wanted to hear some rock and roll

But all they played was blues

Didn't want to hear no blues

So I went to call up Elvis

But Roger Miller grabbed the phone

He said Dan

We drive them eighteen wheelers boy

You're the king of the road

You're the king of the road

Those big wheels of rubber gonna

Rub her off of your mind

I'm a highway junkie

I need that old white line

I'm a highway junkie

Lord I need that old white line