Randy Travis - Highway Junkie lyrics

(chris knight/sam tate/annie tate)

A hundred cups of coffeefive hundred cigarettes

A thousand miles of highway and I ain't forgot her yet

But I keep on movingI keep moving down the line

There ain't nothing in my mirrorjust a cloud of dust and smoke

But what do you expect when some old trucker's heart gets broke

Yeahtrucker's hearts gets broke

But them big wheels of rubber are gonna rub her off my mind

I'm a highway junkieI need that old white line

Ten miles out of nashvilleI was doing a hundred and one

State boy me over and he said"where's the fireson? "

He said"where's the fire son? "

I said "manthere ain't no fireI'm just running from a flame

Go on and write your ticketbut 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 junkieI need that old white line

So I rolled on down to memphis

I had nothing left to lose

I wanted to hear some rock and rollbut 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 wheelerboyyou'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 junkieI need that old white line

But them big wheels of rubber are gonna rub her off my mind

I'm a highway junkieI need that old white line