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On a long and lonesome highway
East of Omaha
You can listen to the engines moanin'
Out this one-note song
You'd think about the woman
Or the girl you knew the night before
But your thoughts will soon be wanderin'
The way they always do
When you're ridin' 16 hours
There's nothin' much to do
And you don't feel much like ridin'
You just wish the trip was through
Here I am, on the road again
There I am, up on the stage
There I go playin' the star again
There I go, turn the page
So you walk into this restaurant
All strung out from the road
And you feel the eyes upon you
As you're shakin' off the cold
You pretend it doesn't bother you
But you just want to explode
Yeah, most times you can't hear 'em talk
Other times you can
All the same old clichés
Is it woman, is it man?
And you always seem outnumbered
You don't dare make a stand
Make your stand
Here I am, on the road again
There I am, up on the stage
Here I go playin' the star again
There I go, turn the page
Oh-oh, out there in the spotlight
You're a million miles away
Every ounce of energy
You try and give away
As the sweat pours out your body
Like the music that you play, yeah
Later in the evenin'
As you lie awake in bed
With the echoes of the amplifiers
Ringin' in your head
You smoke the day's last cigarette
Rememberin' what she said
What she said
Yeah, and here I am, on the road again
There I am, up on the stage
Here I go playin' the star again
There I go, turn the page
And there I go
Turn that page
There I go, yeah, yeah
There I go, yeah, yeah
Here I go, yeah
Here I go, yeah
There I go
There I go
And I'm gone
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