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On a lonely lonesom highway*
East of Omaha
You can listen to the engine moanin'
Out his one long song
You can think about the woman
Or the girl you knew the night before

And your thoughts will soon be wandering
The way they always do
When you're riding sixteen hours
And there's nothing much to do
You don't feel much like ridin'
You just wish the trip was through

Here I am, on the road again
Here I am, up on the stage
Here I go, playing the star again
There I go, turn the page

So you walk into this restaraunt
Strung out from the road
And you feel the eyes upon you
As you're shaking off the cold
You pretend it doesn't bother you
But you just want to explode
Yeah, Most times you can't here 'em talk
Other times you can

Yeah the same 'ole cliches...
Is it woman, is it man?
And you always seem outnumbered
You don't dare make a stand

Here I am, on the road again
Here I am, up on the stage
Here I go, playing the star again
There I go, turn the page

Out there in the spotlight
You're a million miles away
Every ounce of energy
You try to give away
And the sweat pours out your body
Like the music that you play

Later in the evening
As you lie awake in bed
The echos of the amplifiers
Ringin' in your head
You smoke the days last cigarette
Remembering what she said
What she said

Here I am, on the road again
Here I am, up on the stage
Here I go, playing the star again
There I go, turn the page
There I go, turn the page
There I go, yeah yeah
There I go, Yeah yeah

There I go, yeah
Here I go, yeah
Here I go-oah
Here I go...

And gone.

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