One hundred cups of coffee five hundred cigarettes A thousand miles of highway and I ain’t forgot her yet But I keep on movin keep movin on down the line
Ain’t nothin in my mirror just a cloud of dust and smoke What do you expect when some old trucker’s heart gets broke Yeah old truckers’ hearts get broke
Those big wheels of rubber gonna rub her off of my mind I’m a highway junkie I need that old white line
Ten miles out Nashville doin bout 91 State boy pulled me over said 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 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 down Memphis I got nothin left to lose Wanted to hear some rock ‘n roll but 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 dang 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