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On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha

You can listen to the engine moaning out his one long song

You 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 much to do

You don't feel much like riding, you just wish the trip was through

But here I am

Oh, I'm on the road again

Here I am, up on the stage

Here I go, I'm playing star again

Here I go, turn the page

You walk into a restaurant, strung out from the road

You feel the eyes upon you, as you're shaking off the cold

You pretend it doesn't bother you, you just want to explode

Sometimes you can here them talk, other times you can't

The same old cliches, is it woman or a man?

And always feel outnumbered

You don't dare make a stand

But here I am

Oh, I'm on the road again

Here I am, up on the stage

Here I go, yeah I'm playing the star again

Here I go, turn the page

Out there in the spotlight, you're a million miles away

Every ounce of energy, you just try to get away

And the sweat pours from your body

Just like the music that you play

Later in the evening, as you lie awake in bed

With the echoes from the amplifiers ringing in your head

You smoke a day's last cigarette, remembering what she said

But here I am

Oh, I'm on the road again

Here I am, up on the stage

Here I go, oh I'm playing the star again

Here I go, turn the page

Yeah, here I am

Oh, I'm on the road again

Here I am, up on the stage

Here I go, yeah I'm playing the star again

Here I go, well here I go

Oh, here I go