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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

And your thoughts will soon be wandering
The way they always do
When you're riding sixteen hours
And there's nothing there to do
And you don't feel much like ridin"
You just wish the trip was through

But here I am
Oh, but the road again
Here I am
Of on the stage
Here I go
A playing the star again
Here I go
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You walk into a restaurant
All 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 it woman, is it man?"
And you always seem outnumbered
So you don't dare make a stand

But here I am
Oh, but the road again
Here I am
Of on the stage
Here I go
A playing the star again
Here 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
And the sweat pours out 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
Smoke the day's last cigarette
Remembering what she said

But here I am
Oh, but the road again
Here I am
Of on the stage
Here I go
A playing the star again
Here I go
Turn the page

Yeah, here I am
Oh, but the road again
Here I am
Of on the stage
Here I go
Yeah, a playing the star again
Here I go
Here I go
Oh, here I go