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 on down the line
Ain’t nothin in my rear view just a cloud of dust and smoke What do you expect when some old trucker’s heart gets broke Yeah old truckers’ hearts get broke
Chorus: Those big wheels of rubber gonna rub her off-a my mind I’m a highway junkie I need that old white line
Ten miles out Nashville doin bout 91 State boy pulled me over said where’s the fire son He said where’s the fire son I said there ain’t no fire I’m just runnin 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
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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 Didn’t 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, you’re the king of the road” You’re the king of the road