Highway Junkie Lyrics - Gary Allan

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...