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 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 [bad word] s heart gets broke
Yeah old [bad word]  hearts get broke

 [bad word] 
Those big wheels [bad word] [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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

 [bad word] 

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

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