[Verse 1] On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha You can listen to the engines moaning out as one old song You think about the woman, the girl you knew the night before But your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do When youre riding sixteen hours, nothing much to do And you don't feel much like riding, you wish the trip was through [Chorus] Here I am, on the road again Here I am, up on the stage There I go, playing the star again There I go, turn the page [Verse 2] You walk into this restaurant, all strung out from the road And you feel the eyes upon you, as you're shaking off the cold You pretend it doesnt bother you, but you just want to explode And most times you can't hear them talk, other times you can All the same old cliches, is it woman or is it man
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