Standard (EADGBE)

On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha

 You can listen to the engine moaning out its one note song

 You can 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 your riding sixteen hours and there's nothing much to do and

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

But here I am, on the road again. Well here I am, up on the stage

 Here I go, playing star again. There I go, turn the page

As you walk into the restaurant all strung out from the road

 And you feel the eyes upon you, as your shaking off the cold

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

Sometimes you hear 'em talking, other times you can't

 All the same old cliché's, is it a woman or a man

 And you always seem outnumbered, you dare not make a stand

But here I am, on the road again. Well here I am, up on the stage

 Here I go, playing star again. There 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

 And the sweat pours from you're body, like the music that you play

Later on that evening, as you lie wake in bed

 With the echoes from the amplifiers till ringing in your head

 And you smoke the days last cigarette, remembering what you said

But here I am, on the road again. Well here I am, up on the stage

 Here I go, playing star again. There I go, turn the page

But here I am, on the road again. Well here I am, up on the stage

 Here I go, playing star again. There I go, turn the page,

 There I go, turn the page.

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