Highway Junkie

Lyrics

A-yes ma'am, I am from-a Birmin'ham And if y'all don't dig it, I don't give a damn You heard me right Yow Ho 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', I keep a-movin' on down the line Ain't nothin' in my mirror, just a cloud of-a dust and smoke But what did you expect when some old trucker's heart gets broke? Yeah, truckers' hearts get broke But those big wheels of rubber gonna rub her off of my mind I'm a highway junkie, I need that ol' white line Well, I's ten miles outta Nashville, I's a-doin' about a hundred and one That State boy pulled me over; he said, Where's the fire, son? He said, Where's that fire, son? I said, Man, there ain't no fire, I'm just runnin' from a flame Go on and write your ticket, boy, but I ain't the one to blame That cat, he just tried to rob me blind But them big wheels of rubber gonna rub her off of my mind I'm a highway junkie, I need that ol' white line Aw, pick it, pick it, pick it, boy So I rolled on into Memphis, I had nothin' 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, but Roger Miller, he grabbed the phone He said, Dang me, drive an eighteen-wheeler, boy, you're the king of the road You're the king of the road Them big wheels of rubber gonna rub her off of your mind I'm a highway junkie, I need that ol' white line I'm a highway junkie, I need that ol' white line Whoo (Ah, thank you very much)