Highway Junkie

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