Lyrics:

A hundred cups of coffee, five hundred cigarettes
A thousand miles of highway and I aint forgot her yet
But I keep on movin, I keep movin on down the line

Aint nothin in my rear view just a cloud of dust and smoke
What do you expect when some old truckers heart gets broke
Yeah old truckers hearts get broke

Those big wheels of rubber gonna rub her off-a my mind
Im a highway junkie I need that old white line

Ten miles out Nashville doin bout 91
State boy pulled me over said wheres the fire son
He said wheres the fire son
I said there aint no fire Im just runnin from a flame
Go on and write your ticket but I aint the one to blame
That county judge tried to rob me blind

Those big wheels of rubber gonna rub her off-a my mind
Im 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 all they played was blues
Didnt want to hear no blues
So I tried to call up Elvis but Roger Miller grabbed the phone
He said Drive them eighteen wheelers, boy, youre the king of the road
Youre the king of the road

Those big wheels of rubber gonna rub her off-a my mind
Im a highway junkie I need that old white line