Gary Allan
Highway Junkie
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
Letras de cancionesSo 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...
From Letras Mania