Gary Allan Highway Junkie Lyrics

Highway Junkie Lyrics

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 ole trucker's heart gets broke

Yeah, a trucker's heart gets broke



But them big wheels of rubber 

Gonna rub her off my mind

Well I'm a highway junkie 

And I need that old white line



Ten miles outta' Nashville 

I was doin' a hundred and one

State boy pulled me over 

He said "Where's the fire son?"

Said "Where's the fire son?"



I said man there ain't no fire 

I'm just runnin' from a flame

So go on an write your ticket, man, 

But I aint the one to blame

That county judge tried to rob me blind



But them big wheels of rubber 

Gonna rub her off my mind

Well I'm a highway junkie 

And I need that old white line



--- Instrumental ---



So I rolled on down to Memphis, 

I had nothin' left to loose

Wanted to hear some rock n' roll 

But all they played was blues

I didn't wanna 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



But them big wheels of rubber 

Gonna rub her off my mind

Well 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...