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on a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha
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you can listen to the engine moaning out as one long song
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you can think about the woman, or the girl you knew the night before
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But your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do
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when you’re riding sixteen hours and there's nothing much to do
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you don't feel much like riding, you just wish the trip was through
(refrão)
DEm
Say here I am, on the road again
DEm
There I am, up on the stage
DA
here I go, playing the star again
CDEm
there I go, turn the page
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Well you walk into a restaraunt, strung out from the road
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and you feel the eyes upon you, as you’re shaking off the cold
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you pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explode
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Most times you can hear 'em talk, other times you can't
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all the same old cliches is that a woman or a man
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and you always seem outnumbered, you don’t dare make a stand
(refrão)
DEm
but here I am, on the road again
DEm
there I am, up on the stage
DA
here I go, playing the star again
CDEm
there I go, turn the page
Em
out there in the spotlight, you’re a million miles away
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every ounce of energy you try to give away
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as the sweat pours from your body, like the music that you play
Em
later in the evening, as you lie awake in bed
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with the echos from the amplifiers, ringing in your head
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you smoke the day’s last cigarette, remembering what she said
(refrão)
DEm
but here I am, on the road again
DEm
here I am, up on the stage
DA
here I go, playing the star again
CDEm
there I go, turn the page
DEm
Ah here I am, on the road again
DEm
There I am, up on the stage
DA
here I go, playing the star again
CDEm
there I go, there I go...
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