Highway Junkie (OST Black Dog)

hundred cups of coffee, 
Five hundred cigarettes
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
So 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...