Highway Junkie

Chris Knight

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    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 keep movin on down the line

    Ain't nothin in my mirror just a cloud of dust and smoke
    What do you expect when some old trucker's heart gets broke
    Yeah old truckers' hearts get broke

    Those big wheels of rubber gonna rub her off of my mind
    I'm a highway junkie I need that old white line

    Ten miles out Nashville doin bout 91
    State boy pulled me over said where's the fire son
    He said where's the fire son

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    I said man there ain't no fire I'm just runnin 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

    Those big wheels of rubber gonna rub her off of my mind
    I'm a highway junkie I need that old white line

    So I rolled on down Memphis I got nothin left to lose
    Wanted to hear some rock 'n roll but they played was blues
    Didn't want to hear no blues

    So I went to call up Elvis but Roger Miller grabbed the phone
    He said dang we drive them eighteen wheelers boy you're the king of the road
    You're the king of the road

    Those big wheels of rubber gonna rub her off of your mind
    I'm a highway junkie I need that old white line

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    Composición: Sam M Tate, Tate Annie y Chris Knight

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