A hundred cups of coffee, five hundred cigarettes
Thousand miles of highway and I ain't got her yet
But I keep on moving
I keep on Moving down the line
Ain't nothing in my mirror just a cloud of dust and smoke
What do you expect when some old truckers heart gets broke
Yeah truckers hearts get broke
But these big wheels of rubber gonna rub her off my mind
Yeah I'm a highway junkie and I need that old white line
Ten miles out of Nashville I was doing a hundred and one
State boy pulled me over and said where's the fire son
He said where's the fire son
I said man there ain't no fire I'm just running from a flame
So go on and write your ticket man but I ain't the one to blame
That county judge tried to rob me blind
But these big wheels of rubber gonna rub her off my min
Yeah I'm a highway junkie and I need that old white line
So I rode on down the Memphis, had nothing else to lose
I wanted to hear some rock and roll but all that played were blues
Man I didn't need to hear no blues
So I went to call up Elvis but Roger Miller grabbed the phone
He said turn to that 18-wheeler boy you're the king of the road
Said I was the king of the road
But these big rubber wheels of rubber gonna rub her off my mind
Yeah I'm a highway junkie and I need that old white line
I said I'm a highway junkie man and I need that old white line
I got the white line fever
Cause I'm a highway junkie
Yes I am