Gary Allan - Highway Junkie lyrics

Album: Multi-Artists Albums: With 1 Track by Gary Allan

Album: Black Dog (Original Soundtrack) [MCA] 1998
Track 4

A hundred cups of coffee,
Five hundred cigarettes
A thousand miles of highway
And I aint forgot her yet
But I keep on movin´,
I keep movin´ down the line

There aint nothin´ in my mirror
Just a cloud of dust & smoke
What do you expect
When some ole trucker´s heart gets broke
Yea, a trucker´s heart gets broke

But them big wheels of rubber
Going to rub her off my mind
Well I am a highway junkie
And I need that old white line

Ten miles outta´ Nashville
I was doin´ a hundred & one
State boy pulled me over
He said Where is the fire son?
Said Where is the fire son?

I said man there aint no fire
I am just runnin´ from a flame
So go on an 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
Going to rub her off my mind
Well I am 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 did not want to hear no blues

So I went to call up Elvis
But Roger Miller grabbed the phone
He said drive that eighteen wheeler boy
You are the king of the road
Said I was the king of the road

But them big wheels of rubber
Going to rub her off my mind
Well I am a highway junkie
And I need that old white line

I said I am a highway junkie, man,
And I need that old white line...

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