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On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha

You can listen to the engine

Moanin' out it's one note song

You can think about the woman

Or the girl you knew the night before

But your thoughts will soon be wondering

The way they always do

When your ridin' sixteen hours

And there's nothing there to do

And you don't feel much like ridin'

You just wish the trip was through

Here I am, on the road again

Here I am, on the stage

Here I go, playin' star again

Here I go, turn the page

Well you walk into a 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

Most times you can't hear 'em talk

Other times you can

It's the same old cliché's

Is it woman, is it man

And you always seem outnumbered

So you don't dare make a stand

Here I am, on the road again

Here I am, on the stage

Here I go, playin' star again

Here 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

As 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 from the amplifiers

Ringin' in your head

You smoke the day's last cigarette

Remembering what she said

Here I am, on the road again

Here I am, on the stage

Here I go, playin' star again

Here I go, turn the page

Here I am, on the road again

Here I am, on the stage

Here I go, playin' star again

Here I go, here I go, here I go

Here I am, on the road again

Here I am, on the stage

Here I go, playin' star again

Here I go, here I go, turn the page

Turn the page, turn the page, turn the page