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On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha
You can listen to the engine
Moanin' out as one long song
You can think about the woman
Or the girl you knew the night before
But 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 travelin'
You just wish the trip was through

But here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
Playing the star again
There I go
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Well, you walk into a restaurant
Strung out from the road
And you feel the eyes upon you
As you're shaking off the cold
You pretend it doesn't bother you
But you just want to explode
Most times you can here 'em talk
Other times you can't
All the same 'old cliches:
"Is that a woman or a man?"
And you always seem outnumbered
You dare not make a stand, (make a stand)

But here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
Playing the star again
There I go
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Out there in the spotlight
You're a million miles away
Every ounce of energy
You try to give away
As the sweat pours from your body
Like the music that you play
Later in the evening
As you lie awake in bed
With the echoes of the amplifiers
Ringing in your head
As you smoke the day's last cigarette
Remembering what she said

But here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
Playing the star again
There I go
Turn the page

There I go
Turn the page
There I go
There I go...