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One hundred cups of coffee five hundred cigarettes 

A thousand miles of highway and I ain?t forgot her yet 
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But I keep on movin keep movin on down the line 
 
Ain?t nothin in my rear view just a cloud of dust and smoke 
                                                         G
What do you expect when some old trucker?s heart gets broke 
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Yeah old truckers? hearts get broke 
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Those big wheels of rubber gonna rub her off of my mind 
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I?m a highway junkie I need that old white 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