written by Chris Knight, Sam Tate, and Annie
[C]A hundred cups of coffee, five hundred cigarettes
A thousand miles of highway and I ain't forgot her yet, but I keep on m[C-F]ovin
I keep movin down the [C]line
[C]There ain't nothin in my mirror just a cloud of dust and smoke
But what do you expect when some old trucker's heart gets b[C-F]roke
Yeah, truckers' hearts get b[C]roke
CHORUS:
But them [G7]big wheels of rubber gonna rub her off a my [C]mind
[F]I'm a highway junkie I [G7]need that [Am]old white l[C]ine
Ten miles out of Nashville I was doin a hundred and one
State boy pulls me over and says where's the fire son
He said where's the fire son
I said man there ain't no fire, I'm just runnin from the flame
Go on and write your ticket but I ain't the one to blame
That county judge tried to rob me blind
CHORUS
solo
So i rolled on down to Memphis, I had nothin left to lose
I wanted to hear some rock n roll but all they played was blues
I didn't want to hear no blues
So i went to call up elvis and roger miller grabbed the phone
He said drive that 18 wheeler boy you're the king of the road
He said I was the king of the road
CHORUS
I'm a highway junkie I need that old white line
CHORDS:
C x32010
F xx3211
G7 320001
Am x02210
[C]A hundred cups of coffee, five hundred cigarettes
A thousand miles of highway and I ain't forgot her yet, but I keep on m[C-F]ovin
I keep movin down the [C]line
[C]There ain't nothin in my mirror just a cloud of dust and smoke
But what do you expect when some old trucker's heart gets b[C-F]roke
Yeah, truckers' hearts get b[C]roke
CHORUS:
But them [G7]big wheels of rubber gonna rub her off a my [C]mind
[F]I'm a highway junkie I [G7]need that [Am]old white l[C]ine
Ten miles out of Nashville I was doin a hundred and one
State boy pulls me over and says where's the fire son
He said where's the fire son
I said man there ain't no fire, I'm just runnin from the flame
Go on and write your ticket but I ain't the one to blame
That county judge tried to rob me blind
CHORUS
solo
So i rolled on down to Memphis, I had nothin left to lose
I wanted to hear some rock n roll but all they played was blues
I didn't want to hear no blues
So i went to call up elvis and roger miller grabbed the phone
He said drive that 18 wheeler boy you're the king of the road
He said I was the king of the road
CHORUS
I'm a highway junkie I need that old white line
CHORDS:
C x32010
F xx3211
G7 320001
Am x02210