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 
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movin
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I keep movin down the line

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

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But them big wheels of rubber gonna
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 rub her off a my mind
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I'm a highway junkie I need that 
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old white line
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Ten miles out of Nashville I was 
doin a hundred and one
State boy pulls me over and says 
where's the fire son
He said where's the fire son

I said man there ain't no fire, I'm 
just runnin from the flame
Go on and write your ticket but I 
ain't the one to blame
That county judge tried to rob me 
blind

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solo

So i rolled on down to Memphis, I 
had nothin left to lose
I wanted to hear some rock n roll 
but all they played was blues
I didn't want to hear no blues

So i went to call up elvis and roger
 miller grabbed the phone
He said drive that 18 wheeler boy 
you're the king of the road
He said I was the king of the road

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I'm a highway junkie I need that old
 white line