gary allan
highway junkie
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 ole trucker's heart gets broke Yeah, a trucker's heart gets 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 outta' 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 an write your ticket, man, But I aint 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 --- Instrumental --- So I rolled on down to Memphis, I had nothin' left to loose 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 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...