| A hundred cups of coffee, five hundred cigarettes
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| A thousand miles of highway and I aint forgot her yet
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| But I keep on moving, I keep moving down the line
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| There aint nothing in my mirror, just a cloud of dust and smoke
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| But what do you expect when some old truckers heart gets broke
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| Yeah, truckers hearts gets broke
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| But them big wheels of rubber are gonna rub her off my mind
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| Im a highway junkie, I need that old white line
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| Ten miles out of nashville, I was doing a hundred and one
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| State boy me over and he said, wheres the fire, son?
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| He said, wheres the fire son?
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| I said man, there aint no fire, Im just running from a flame
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| Go on and write your ticket, but I aint the one to blame
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| That county judge tried to rob me blind.
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| But them big wheels of rubber are gonna rub her off my mind
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| Im a highway junkie, I need that old white line
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| So I rolled on down to memphis
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| I had nothing left to lose
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| I wanted to hear some rock and roll, but all they played was blues
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| I didnt wanna hear no blues
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| So I went to call up elvis and roger miller grabbed the phone
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| He said drive that 18 wheeler, boy, youre the king of the road
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| Said I was the king of the road
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| But them big wheels of rubber are gonna rub her off my mind
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| Im a highway junkie, I need that old white line
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| But them big wheels of rubber are gonna rub her off my mind
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| Im a highway junkie, I need that old white line |