Highway Junkie

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Gary Allan - Country

Highway Junkie

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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 ol' trucker's heart gets broke Yeah, a trucker's heart gets broke But them big wheels of rubber Gonna rub her off of my mind Well, I'm a highway junkie And I need that old white line Ten miles out of 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 and write your ticket, man But I ain't the one to blame That county judge tried to rob me blind But them big wheels of rubber Gonna rub her off of my mind Well, I'm a highway junkie And I need that old white line So I rolled on down to Memphis I had nothin' left to lose 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 of 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

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