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
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