Highway Junkie lyrics

Album: Black Dog (Original Soundtrack) [MCA] 1998
Track 4

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...