Chris Knight
Highway Junkie
(Chris Knight and Sam & Anne Tate)





A hundred cups of coffee, Five hundred cigarettes
A thousand miles of highway
And I ain't forgot her yet
But I keep on movin', I keep movin' down the line

There 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, truckers' hearts get broke

Chorus
(But) Them 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 of Nashville
I was doing a hundred and one
State boy pulled me over,
He said where's the fire, son
Said where's the fired, son

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

Chorus

So I rolled on down to Memphis
I had nothin' left to lose
I wanted to hear some Rock and Roll
But all they played was Blues
I didn't 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're the king of the road
Said I was the king of the road

Chorus
I'm a highway junkie, Lord, I need that old white line


c 1996 BASH Music (ASCAP)