[Em]On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha
You can l[D]isten to the engine moanin out as one note song
You can th[A]ink about the woman, or the girl you knew the night bef[Em]ore
But your th[Em]oughts will so be wandering the way they always do
When you're r[D]iding sixteen hours and there's nothing much to do
And you d[A]on't feel much like ridin; you just wish the trip was through [Em]
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Say here I [D]am, on the r[Em]oad again
There I [D]am, up on the st[Em]age
Here I [D]go, playing the st[A]ar again
There I [C]go, [D] turn the p[Em]age.
Well You w[Em]alk into a restaurant, strung out from the road
And you f[D]eel the eyes upon you, as you're shaking off the cold
You pret[A]end it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explode [Em]
[Em]Yeah Most times you can't hear 'em talk, other times you can
All the s[D]ame 'ole cliche's is that a woman or a man
And you [A]always seem outnumbered; you don't dare make a stand [Em]
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Here I [D]am, on the r[Em]oad again
There I [D]am, up on the st[Em]age
Here I [D]go, playing the st[A]ar again
There I [C]go, [D] turn the p[Em]age.
Oho [Em]Out there in the spotlight, you're a million miles away
Every [D]ounce of energy, you try to give away
As the sw[A]eat pours out your body, like the music that you play [Em]
[Em]Later in the evening, as you lie awake in bed
With the [D]echo's of the amplifiers, ringin in your head
You sm[A]oke the day's last cigarette, remembering what you said [Em]
[D] [Em] [D] [Em] [D] [A] [C] [D] [Em]
AAh Here I [D]am, on the r[Em]oad again
There I [D]am, up on the st[Em]age
Here I [D]go, playing the st[A]ar again
There I [C]go, [D] turn the p[Em]age.
There I [C]go, [D] turn the p[Em]age.
There I [C]go [D]
There I [Em]go [C] [D] [Em]
