Tom: G Em D Em D Em on a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha D 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 Em 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 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 Well you walk into a restaraunt, 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 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... Em D Em D