C
A hundred cups of coffee, five hundred cigarettes
C-F
A thousand miles of highway and I ain't forgot her yet, but I keep on movin
C
I keep movin down the line
C
There ain't nothin in my mirror just a cloud of dust and smoke
C-F
But what do you expect when some old trucker's heart gets broke
C
Yeah, truckers' hearts get broke
G7 C
But them big wheels of rubber gonna rub her off a my mind
F G7 Am C
I'm a highway junkie I need that old white line
Ten miles out of Nashville I was doin a hundred and one
State boy pulls me over and says where's the fire son
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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
