Highway Junkie

	  		(D) 
 
(D)One hundred cups of coffee five hundred cigarettes 
A thousand miles of highway and I ain?t forgot her yet 
But I keep on(G)movin keep movin on down the(D)line 
 
Ain?t nothin in my rear view just a cloud of dust and smoke 
What do you expect when some old trucker?s heart gets bro(G)ke 
Yeah old truckers? hearts get(D)broke 
 
Those(A)big wheels of rubber gonna rub her off of my mind 
(G)I?m a highway junkie I need that old white(D)line 
 
Ten miles out Nashville doin bout 91 
State boy pulled me over said where?s the fire son 
He said where?s the fire son 
 
I said 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 
 
Those big wheels of rubber gonna rub her off of my mind 
I?m a highway junkie I need that old white line 
 
So I rolled on into Memphis I got nothin left to lose 
Wanted to hear some rock ?n roll but they played was blues 
Didn?t want to hear no blues 
 
So I tried to call up Elvis but Roger Miller grabbed the phone 
He said dang we drive them eighteen wheelers boy you?re the king of the road 
You?re the king of the road 
 
Those big wheels of rubber gonna rub her off of my mind 
I?m a highway junkie I need that old white line