Em
On a long and lonely highway east of Omaha
D
You can listen to the engine, moanin' out as one long song
A Em
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 you're riding sixteen hours and there's nothing much to do
A Em
You don't feel much like ridin', you just wish the trip was through
D Em
But here I am, on the road again
D Em
Here I am, up on stage
D A
Here I go, playing the star again
C D Em
There I go, turn the page
Em
You walk into a restaurant, strung out from the road
D
And you feel the eyes upon you, as you're shaking off the cold
A Em
You pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explode
Em
Sometimes you hear 'em talkin', other times you can't
D
All the same old cliches is that a woman or a man
A Em
And you always seem outnumbered, you dare not make a stand
D Em
But here I am, on the road again
D Em
Here I am, up on stage
D A
Here I go, playing the star again
C D Em
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
A Em
And the sweat pours from your body like the music that you play
Em
Later on that evening, as you lie awake in bed with the
D
Echoes of the amplifiers ringin' in your head
A Em
And you smoke the day's last cigarette, remembering what she said
D Em
But here I am, on the road again
D Em
Here I am, up on the stage
D A
Here I go, playing the star again
C D Em
There I go, turn the page