Highway Junkie
Gary Allan Lyrics


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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
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 ain't 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

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

Overall Meaning

In the song "Highway Junkie," Gary Allan sings about a trucker's heartbreak after a failed relationship. The opening lines talk about the trucker's coping mechanisms, which include consuming copious amounts of coffee and cigarettes, and driving long distances on the highways. Despite the efforts to keep moving and forget his past lover, thoughts of her remain. However, the trucker remains determined to keep moving and stay ahead of his emotions, as indicated in the line, "But I keep on movin', I keep movin' down the line."


The verse about being stopped by the state officer reveals the depth of the driver's pain. He's willing to risk his life by driving recklessly and breaking the law because of his broken heart. He tells the officer, "I'm just running from a flame." The chorus talks about how driving is therapeutic for the trucker, and how each mile that passes is erasing his memories of her. He calls himself a “highway junkie,” dependent upon the calming and restorative effect of the white lines on the highway.


Overall, this song captures the essence of the solitary trucker lifestyle, the importance of coping mechanisms, and how driving can be a form of therapy.


Line by Line Meaning

A hundred cups of coffee
I've had more than enough coffee to keep me awake during my long hauls, but it doesn't help me forget about her.


Five hundred cigarettes
I've smoked countless cigarettes while driving on this road, yet I can't get rid of the thoughts of her.


A thousand miles of highway
I've traveled long distances on this road, trying to outrun the memories of her, but it's still a struggle.


And I ain't forgot her yet
Despite all my efforts to forget her, I still haven't succeeded and the memories of her continue to haunt me.


But I keep on movin'
I continue to drive and move forward, hoping that the distance will help me forget.


I keep movin' down the line
I drive on this road, hoping that the next destination will help me move on from her.


There ain't nothin' in my mirror
When I look back, I don't see anything but the dust and smoke from the road.


Just a cloud of dust and smoke
All that's left behind is the evidence of my travels and the miles I've covered on this road.


What do you expect
It's no surprise that all I see in my mirror is dirt and smoke – that's what comes with driving on this road.


When some ole trucker's heart gets broke
It's common for truckers to drive long distances and go through relationship struggles, and my heartbreak is no different.


Yeah, a trucker's heart gets broke
Truckers are prone to heartbreak due to the nature of their job and the long stretches spent away from their loved ones.


But them big wheels of rubber
These rubber tires on my truck help me move forward and leave the memories of her behind.


Gonna rub her off my mind
As I continue to drive on this road, I hope that the motion of the truck will help me forget about her.


Well I'm a highway junkie
I'm addicted to the feeling of driving on this road and escaping my troubles, even though it's not a real solution.


And I need that old white line
I rely on the white lines on the road to guide my way and give me a sense of direction while driving.


Ten miles outta Nashville
As I approached Nashville while driving, I was still consumed by thoughts of her.


I was doin' a hundred and one
I was speeding as I desperately tried to get away from these thoughts and memories.


State boy pulled me over
I got pulled over by the police for my reckless driving and speed on the road.


He said, "Where's the fire son?"
The officer asked me why I was in such a hurry and why I was driving so fast on the road.


Said, "Where's the fire son?"
He wanted to know if there was an emergency that warranted my reckless driving and disregard for traffic laws.


I said man there ain't no fire
I told the officer that there was no real urgency and I was just speeding to escape my personal problems.


I'm just runnin' from a flame
I'm fleeing from the intense feelings of heartbreak that are still affecting me even as I drive down this road.


So go on an write your ticket, man
I accepted the ticket since I knew I deserved it for my reckless driving and speeding on the road.


But I ain't the one to blame
Even though I broke the law, I didn't feel like it was entirely my fault since I was acting in desperation to escape my emotions.


That county judge tried to rob me blind
The judge gave me a hefty fine for my offense, which felt unfair and unjust since I was already going through so much.


So I rolled on down to Memphis
I continued driving after my encounter with the police and headed towards Memphis.


I had nothin' left to loose
I felt like I had lost everything, including the girl who meant so much to me, so I had nothing left to hold onto.


Wanted to hear some rock n' roll
I wanted to hear some music that would lift my spirit and take my mind off my troubles.


But all they played was blues
But the only music that was playing was sad, melancholic blues, which only furthered my sense of loss and sadness.


I didn't wanna hear no blues
I didn't want to listen to anything that would remind me of my heartbreak, so I tried to find some other type of music.


So I went to call up Elvis
I tried to call Elvis, hoping that he would have some words of wisdom or knowledge that could help me through my struggles.


But Roger Miller grabbed the phone
Instead of Elvis, Roger Miller picked up the phone, surprising me.


He said drive that eighteen wheeler boy
Roger Miller encouraged me to continue driving my truck and not give up, despite the challenges I had been facing.


You're the king of the road
He called me the 'king of the road,' praising me for my dedication and hard work as a trucker who drives long distances.


Said I was the king of the road
Roger Miller reiterated that I was a hardworking trucker who deserved respect and recognition for my efforts.


I said I'm a highway junkie, man
I admitted that I was addicted to driving on this road and using it as a means to escape my personal problems.


And I need that old white line
I acknowledged that I need the white lines on the road to guide me and give me a sense of purpose as I continue driving and facing my struggles.




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Written by: Chris Knight, Kathleen Wright, Sam Tate

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