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on a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha
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you can listen to the engine moaning out as one long song
A Em
you can think about the woman, or the girl you knew the night before
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But 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 riding, you just wish the trip was through
(refrão)
D Em
Say here I am, on the road again
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There 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
Well you walk into a restaraunt, strung out from the road
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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
Most times you can hear 'em talk, 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 don’t dare make a stand
(refrão)
D Em
but here I am, on the road again
D Em
there 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, you’re a million miles away
D
every ounce of energy you try to give away
A Em
as the sweat pours from your body, like the music that you play
Em
later in the evening, as you lie awake in bed
D
with the echos from the amplifiers, ringing in your head
A Em
you smoke the day’s last cigarette, remembering what she said
(refrão)
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
Ah here I am, on the road again
D Em
There I am, up on the stage
D A
here I go, playing the star again
C D Em
there I go, there I go...
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