Randy Travis - Highway Junkie Lyrics
(chris knight/sam tate/annie tate)A hundred cups of coffee, five hundred cigarettesA thousand miles of highway and I aint forgot her yetBut I keep on moving, I keep moving down the lineThere aint nothing in my mirror, just a cloud of dust and smokeBut what do you expect when some old truckers heart gets brokeYeah, truckers hearts gets brokeBut them big wheels of rubber are gonna rub her off my mindIm a highway junkie, I need that old white lineTen miles out of nashville, I was doing a hundred and oneState boy me over and he said, wheres the fire, son?He said, wheres the fire son?I said man, there aint no fire, Im just running from a flameGo on and write your ticket, but I aint the one to blameThat county judge tried to rob me blind.But them big wheels of rubber are gonna rub her off my mindIm a highway junkie, I need that old white lineSo I rolled on down to memphisI had nothing left to loseI wanted to hear some rock and roll, but all they played was bluesI didnt wanna hear no bluesSo I went to call up elvis and roger miller grabbed the phoneHe said drive that 18 wheeler, boy, youre the king of the roadSaid I was the king of the roadBut them big wheels of rubber are gonna rub her off my mindIm a highway junkie, I need that old white lineBut them big wheels of rubber are gonna rub her off my mindIm a highway junkie, I need that old white line
