Highway Junkie Lyrics - Randy Travis

Chris Knight/Sam Tate/Annie Tate) 

A hundred cups of coffee, 

five hundred cigarettes 

A thousand miles of highway 

and I ain't forgot her yet 

But I keep on moving, 

I keep moving down the line 

There ain't nothing in my mirror, 

just a cloud of dust and smoke 

But what do you expect when 

some old trucker's heart gets broke 

Yeah, trucker's hearts gets broke 

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But them big wheels of rubber 

are gonna rub her off my mind 

I'm a highway junkie, 

I need that old white line 

Ten miles out of Nashville, 

I was doing a hundred and one 

State boy me over and he said, 

"Where's the fire, son?" 

He said, "Where's the fire son?" 

I said "man, there ain't no fire, 

I'm just running 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. 

But them big wheels of rubber 

are gonna rub her off my mind 

I'm a highway junkie, 

I need that old white line 

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So I rolled on down to memphis 

I had nothing left to lose 

I wanted to hear some rock and roll, 

but all they played was blues 

I didn't wanna hear no blues 

So I went to call up Elvis 

and Roger Miller grabbed the phone 

He said drive that 18 wheeler, boy, 

you're the king of the road 

Said I was the king of the road 

But them big wheels of rubber 

are gonna rub her off my mind 

I'm a highway junkie, 

I need that old white line 

I'm a highway junkie, 

I need that old white line...