Highway junkie
Chris Knight"Highway junkie" is a song by Chris Knight, released in 2006 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:59 long and contains 46 lines and 259 words.
0:10One hundred cups of coffee
0:12Five hundred cigarettes
0:15A thousand miles of highway
0:17And I ain't forgot her yet
0:19But I keep on moving
0:24Keep moving on down the line
0:28Ain't nothing in my mare
0:30Just a cloud of dust and smoke
0:33What do you expect
0:35When some old trucker's heart gets broke
0:41Yeah old trucker's heart gets broke
0:46Those big wheels of rubber gonna
0:48Rub her off of my mind
0:51I'm a highway junkie
0:53I need that old white line
1:01Well ten miles out Nashville
1:04Doing about 91
1:06State boy pulled me over he said
1:09Where's the fire son
1:14He said where's the fire son
1:17I said there ain't no fire
1:20I'm just running from a flame
1:23Go on and write your ticket
1:25But I ain't the one to blame
1:30That county judge tried to rob me blind
1:36Those big wheels of rubber gonna
1:38Rub her off of my mind
1:41I'm a highway junkie
1:43I need that old white line
2:09So I rolled on into Memphis
2:12I had nothing left to lose
2:15Wanted to hear some rock and roll
2:17But all they played was blues
2:24Didn't want to hear no blues
2:27So I went to call up Elvis
2:30But Roger Miller grabbed the phone
2:32He said Dan
2:33We drive them eighteen wheelers boy
2:36You're the king of the road
2:40You're the king of the road
2:44Those big wheels of rubber gonna
2:47Rub her off of your mind
2:50I'm a highway junkie
2:52I need that old white line
2:57I'm a highway junkie
2:59Lord I need that old white line
One hundred cups of coffee Five hundred cigarettes A thousand miles of highway And I ain't forgot her yet But I keep on moving Keep moving on down the line Ain't nothing in my mare Just a cloud of dust and smoke What do you expect When some old trucker's heart gets broke Yeah old trucker's heart gets broke Those big wheels of rubber gonna Rub her off of my mind I'm a highway junkie I need that old white line Well ten miles out Nashville Doing about 91 State boy pulled me over he said Where's the fire son He said where's the fire son I said there ain't no fire I'm just running 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 had nothing left to lose Wanted to hear some rock and roll But all they played was blues Didn't want to hear no blues So I went to call up Elvis But Roger Miller grabbed the phone He said Dan 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 your mind I'm a highway junkie I need that old white line I'm a highway junkie Lord I need that old white line
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