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On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha

You can listen to the engines moaning out as one old song

You can think about the woman, or the girl you knew the night before

But your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do

When you’re riding sixteen hours and there’s nothin’ much to do

You don’t feel much like riding, you just wish the trip was through

Here I am, on the road again

There I am, up on the stage

There I go, playing star again

There I go, turn the page

So you walk into this restaurant, 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 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, playing star again

There I go, turn the page

Whoa-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 evening as you lie awake in bed

With the echoes of the amplifiers, ringing in your head

You smoke the day’s last cigarette, remembering what she said

What she said…

Woah yeah!

Yeah, here I am, on the road again

There I am, up on the stage

Here I go, playing star again

There I go, turn the page

And there I go, turn that page

There I go, yeah, here I go, yeah

There I go, yeah, here I go, yeah

There I go, o-uoh, there I go

And I’m gone