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On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha

You can listen to the engine

Moanin' out as 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 there to do

And you don't feel much like ridin''

You just wish the trip was through

But here I am

On the road again

There I am

On the stage

Here I go

Playing the star again

There I go

Turn the page

You walk into a restaurant

All 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

Most times you can here 'em talk

Other times you can't

All the same 'old cliches:

"Is it woman, is it man?"

And you always seem outnumbered

So you don't dare make a stand

But here I am

On the road again

There I am

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

With the echoes of the amplifiers

Ringing in your head

Smoke the day's last cigarette

Remembering what she said

Here I am

On the road again

There 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

There I go...