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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 soo be wandering the way they always do 
           D 
when your riding sixteen hours and there's nothing much to do 
     A                                                            Em 
You don't feel much like travelin', you just wish the trip was through 


           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 


Em 
As you walk into a restaraunt, strung out from the road 
         D 
And you feel the eyes opon you, as your shaking off the cold 
      A                                                       Em 
You pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explode 
 Em 
Sometimes you can hear 'em talk, other times you can't 
         D 
All the same old cliche's 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 the 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, your 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 
        D 
And the echos of the amplifiers, ringin in your head 
          A                                                  Em 
And you smoke the days last cigarette, remembering what you 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 

           D             Em 
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, there I go