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 down the line
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 broke
Yeah, truckers' hearts get broke
But them 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 of Nashville I was doin a hundred and one
That county judge tried to rob me blind
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