Текст Randy Travis – 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 moving, I keep moving down the line
There ain’t nothing in my mirror, just a cloud of dust and smoke

But them big wheels of rubber are gonna rub her off my mind
I’m a highway junkie, I need that old white line

Ten miles out of nashville, I was doing a hundred and one
State boy me over and he said, «Where’s the fire, son?»
He said, «Where’s the fire son?»
I said «Man, there ain’t no fire, I’m just running 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.

But them big wheels of rubber are gonna rub her off my mind
I’m a highway junkie, I need that old white line

So I rolled on down to Memphis
I had nothing left to lose
I wanted to hear some rock and roll, but all they played was blues
I didn’t wanna 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
Said I was the king of the road

But them big wheels of rubber are gonna rub her off my mind
I’m a highway junkie, I need that old white line

But them big wheels of rubber are gonna rub her off my mind
I’m a highway junkie, I need that old white line