Em
On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha
D
You can listen to the engine moaning out its one note song
AEm
You can think about the woman or the girl you knew the night before
Em
And your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do
D
When your riding sixteen hours and there's nothing much to do and
AEm
you don't feel much like travelling, you just wish the trip was through
EmDEmDEm
But here I am, on the road again. Well here I am, up on the stage
DACDEm
Here I go, playing star again. There I go, turn the page
Em
As you walk into the restaurant all strung out from the road
D
And you feel the eyes upon you, as your shaking off the cold
AEm
You pretend it doesn't bother you but you just want to explode
Em
Sometimes you hear 'em talking, other times you can't
D
All the same old cliché's, is it a woman or a man
AEm
And you always seem outnumbered, you dare not make a stand
EmDEmDEm
But here I am, on the road again. Well here I am, up on the stage
DACDEm
Here I go, playing star again. There I go, turn the page
Em
Out there in the spotlight, you're a million miles away
D
Every ounce of energy, you try to give away
AEm
And the sweat pours from your body, like the music that you play
Em
Later on that evening, as you lie wake in bed
D
With the echoes from the amplifiers still ringing in your head
AEm
And you smoke the days last cigarette, remembering what you said
EmDEmDEm
But here I am, on the road again. Well here I am, up on the stage
DACDEm
Here I go, playing star again. There I go, turn the page
EmDEmDEm
But here I am, on the road again. Well here I am, up on the stage
DACDEm
Here I go, playing star again. There I go, turn the page,
CDEm
There I go, turn the page.