Highway Junkie

A hundred cups of coffee, five hundred cigarettes C-F 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 C-F But what do you expect when some old trucker's heart gets broke Yeah, truckers' hearts get broke But them big wheels of rubber gonna rub her off a my mind I'm a highway junkie I need that old white line Ten miles out of Nashville I was doin a hundred and one State boy pulls me over and says where's the fire son He said where's the fire son I said man there ain't no fire, I'm just runnin from the flame Go on and write your ticket but I ain't the one to blame That county judge tried to rob me blind CHORUS solo So i rolled on down to Memphis, I had nothin left to lose I wanted to hear some rock n roll but all they played was blues I didn't want to 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 He said I was the king of the road CHORUS I'm a highway junkie I need that old white line